The woman pointed us to a small ranch off the county road. The truck blended into its surroundings as we sped off city style, across the hills. I'd always hated the city girl in me in these situations. How the wallet falls open just as my mouth starts chattering away, bowling over every local resident in my path. I turned into the driveway with the big painted pumpkin and Ben's written above it. I bit my lip. Pumpkins lined the lawn in orderly rows, priced for size. We'd heard of the local boys success, how the coffee can he'd left out, for money, had paid for his college. His father got wise to his son's business and began selling beef the same way. We'd come for the four giant freezers in the shed, next to the paddock of yearling Herefords. And yes, we attacked those freezers like a bunch of grizzly bears.
We left with empty pockets, and bags full of beef.
I began having dreams about meat, not soon after filling my freezer. Not Kafka-esque, though I totally appreciate and understand his writing on a deeper, deeper, level. Nightmare deep. Fearfactor deep. Anyway. It's like that.
Dream 1. I was cooking and tasting everything before adding it to the skillet. I put a hunk of raw pork in my mouth. The thought of greasy Ebola blob in my mouth, spit it out and woke up.
The freezer became this strange beacon of my conscious. Gluttony maybe. But analyzing a dream about eating raw meat soon got me in trouble, I decided not to bring it up again. I had an even more vivid dream about the freezer. A man was in my dream, which I've known since I was a little girl. He is a wonderful giant of a man and not until I woke up did I realize who he is. At least in my dream.
Dream 2. I am getting ready to cook, and pull from the freezer the thawed meat. Only the meat is covered in mold, rotten looking. I open the freezer and the meat there is rotten too. This man appears and shows me that the meat is not bad, but actually quite ready for eating. I am disgusted and ashamed, but believe him.
Dude, I know I know, it’s Bacchus. Bacchus is in my dreams! OPEN AND ENTER the doors of heterosexuality, oh good grief!
Bacchus, Baal, or Frey I've got to get this meat out of my freezer!