Cannibal Dinner

Date: 1/1/2018

One of my dreams last night could have been a horror film!!! In it, I seemed to be staying with a family that made me feel out of place. They were white, blond, and affluent. At some point, I was observing their daughter at high school as if it were a movie. She—thin, insecure, wide-eyed—was joining a goth girl—rough but pretty, with black hair and green plaid Dr. Martens, didn't care to cover up the pimple scars on her face—in some sort of resistance/protest. I couldn't figure out what it was for. During my stay, I started noticing a sort of caste system in the society I had entered, where anyone who was slightly below someone passionately hated that person above them, but everyone had roughly the same physical features (white and blond) despite social standing. Then, I started noticing people "below" going missing. When I pointed this out, people wouldn't tell me the reason, especially not the family I was staying with. I picked up on a murderous energy and became fearful of the truth, especially with the protests going on. Suddenly, I was observing the grandmother of the family watching a screen with video of a knife being stabbed into a dead woman's v*gina. I screamed at the sight of this, and the grandmother turned around, laughing lightheartedly, while the mother told me it was not a big deal. Shortly after this, I was in some sort of large dining hall, sitting alone at a small table in the very back. There were people in the distance and it was loud. The mother, a tall and beautiful lady with a long blonde bob, came over to me with my dish. It was an enormous piece of meat, about the size of a Thanksgiving turkey. I told her that I was vegetarian, but she said I had to eat this, and left me. I stared at the huge dish as it became clear to me that it was a roasted female human pelvis. I tried touching it with my fork, but could not bring myself to eat it. I looked to my right, and next to me, couched on the ground, was a monstrous little man. He had every inch of his body covered in intricate blue tattoos, stretched ears and nose, wearing a ton of jewelry and a headpiece, and was staring at me with bulging eyes and a hungry smile. I knew instantly that he was some sort of Cannibal King; maybe a spirit that was controlling this society. I offered him the dish, but he just asked me why I wouldn't eat it. I told him I was vegetarian. I knew the mother would be returning soon to see if I was eating it, so I insisted he have it. He sat at the table, taking my seat while I stood by, afraid of trying to escape. He was eating the dish when the mother came back out. The Cannibal King shape shifted into a very normal looking young man. She asked me why I wasn't eating, and I said I was sharing it with my friend, gesturing to the disguised demon. She made me take a bite of it before the dream ended.