BURYING DREAMS

Last night was filled with dreams of dark sick sex, terrifying to remember, I won't write them here in case it makes them more real. Here is one I can repeat...

I'd found a little bunny, and befriended it. It was the sweetest thing, small and downy, affectionate like a cat. It followed me everywhere. Into the kitchen, to make a smoothie. I dumped in a banana, fresh strawberries, and full milk, which I never use. It will make it creamier, my dream mind thought. As I watched everything get eaten up by the blender, colours streaking around like a sunset, I realized I was looking for blood. Bunny blood. I suddenly remembered that I had put the small, soft bunny in first, to add iron to my milkshake. Panicked, I turned off the machine and lifted the lid. With a big spoon, I stirred the milkshake to the sides, so I could see the bottom of the blender clearly. There was my little bunny, looking up at me. Intact. Somehow, like the way chunks of banana can escape the blade, so had he. Shaking, I scooped him up and snuggled his milky fur to my face, scared of myself.