meatloaf

Dreams are funny, you know that one, where your stranded in a strange country with a crude spear and clothing that looks like it came out of an old tarzan flick? the one where you're running through the trees hunting for something you know will make the entire tribe happy and ensure your position in the clan hierarchy? then all of a sudden a 700 lb cat with nine inch fangs and a heck of a left hook tries to take your head off with a spinning roundhouse kick and a backhanded swipe of it's oversized claws. you use your spear to block, but its razor sharp claws turn your spear into tinder, and leave a deep wound that feels like fire is trying to come out of the right side of your chest. however, before the beast can finish you off, you take a jackie chan like leap, and with a mid air roll, and semi swan dive you pound the fuzzy monstrosity into the ground. without waiting you deftly pick up the head of your not so reliable spear and continue on the journey. fifty yards further down the trail you start to smell something, something familiar. you're eyes brighten, and the tips of your mouth uncontrollably flex upward in a small grin. you know you're nearing the end, and as you round the last couple of trees you see your quarry. A giant meatloaf? yeah, me neither.