Let me share with you my latest Disturbing Dream. (Last night I had a dream that I was looking at maps of Islamabad, but that's really nothing to write home about.)
For some reason, an archetypal mother figure told me that we had to eat my brain. /We/. So she had my brain in a frypan and I was terrified. Is it going to hurt when she starts frying it? But it didn't. It broke apart into pieces, and she mixed in three eggs and made an omlet. We ate it then, and I was afraid that would hurt too, but it didn't. So we ate my brains, this mother figure and I.
Then I had to recite the poem from the Kaliththokai that I memorized for our cultural show last semester, but I didn't have a brain any more, so it was kinda difficult to remember. And if there was more, I've forgotten it.