Last night I dreamed that my pit bull had been skinned like one of the people at BodyWorlds, but she was still alive. Her tail was wagging and her eyes were kind of popping out of her head like the corpses we saw when we went, and her tongue was hanging out of her macabre little mouth. She wanted to be petted just like in real life, but she was all wet and unpleasant to touch.
I asked him, "Where is the dog's skin?" but I knew he'd skinned her and was selling her fur on the internet. He got all crazy and addicty-worked-up, and replied, "WHERE DO YOU THINK!?"
Oh man, I can't wait until I get that unconscious mental real estate back. My mind is on fire!