Dream No. 7

This morning I dreamt that we had a pet chicken. The weird thing about this chicken is that it had no feathers. It survived for a while running around the house being fed and all that. One day when mum tried to cuddle it and pet it, it protested like it was going crazy. It started to peel off its own featherless skin with its beak, baring its bloody flesh beneath. The way it looks like when I’m preparing fresh chicken before cooking it.

Except this chicken was doing it to itself.

Then I woke up.