gourmet seal fries

i don’t want to forget that last night i dreamed i went to the seashore and there were these cruel horrible people who had kidnapped a bunch of kids and they were using them to dive into crashing, rocky surf and collect the tiniest baby seals that i’ve ever seen (unreasonably tiny… about as big as a fist) so that they could skewer them with sticks, dip them into flaming oil and eat the results.

what the fuck is wrong with me? and i felt so awful for the kids. they were so sad and upset and resigned to their fates. obviously i was sad for the seals as well but i went around and talked to each child and gave them a kiss on their cheeks and told them i was going to do what i could to get them out of there.

what the fuck, brain?