There was fried chow chow in my dream this morning. How sick was that? It was fried, bright orange, breaded chow chow, and it was walking and moving around. I ate my dog, but I couldn't bear to finish it, because I would have killed it, so I was trying to get rid of it - calling the SPCA and the vets to take it and euthanize it or something because it was half-eaten and still alive and moving around.

Urgh.