I am at a picnic where I do not know anyone but everyone seems to know me.
The hostess is flipping burgers and says to me that she needs help to go get more.
We go into the house and down some stairs into a kitchen. She closes and locks the door behind us. When I ask what she is doing she smiles and says that I am going to be the hamburger.
She walks over to the end of the table and removes a cloth that is covering something. It is a huge meat-grinding machine. She turns it on and then comes toward me.
I turn to run but she trips me and while I am down on the floor she wraps her legs around me and squeezes me until I have no more strength. She stands up and goes to a mirror. She rolls her sleeves up to her shoulders then flexes her muscles in the mirror. She smiles, obviously pleased.
She comes back and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. She asks me if I have noticed how strong she is. She says that she stays in good shape because she only eats high protein meat and that she has found that ‘manburger’ has the highest protein.
She says that she has singled me out today because I look delicious. She carries me over to the meat grinder and says how much she is going to enjoy grinding me up. She begins putting me into the meat-grinding machine and her muscles are straining and flexing as she works.
As she is grinding me up her girl friends come into the room. They begin to make patties from the ‘manburger’ meat. When she is finished grinding me up she tells the others to take the patties out to the grill so that she can cook me and they can devour me to feed their muscles.
As the others leave the room she goes back over to the mirror on the wall and flexes her muscles and smiles.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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