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When you wake up knowing you’ve been dreaming of frequenting butcher shops, you should:

a) hope it’s telling you to watch for a huge sale on prime rib;

b) call a doctor; you must be suffering from a protein depletion that is affecting your brain cells;

c) check your genealogy to ascertain if Hannibal Lector’s branch is hidden in your family tree;

d) giggle with glee because it’s a sign that Stephen King will soon be calling about collaborating on a novel;

e) go back to sleep and try to figure out the identify of the woman stretched out in the case obsessing about the simmering pan of liver that she and her mother would soon enjoy, and try NOT to figure out what deep symbolic meaning this might have;

f) do “e” above and then call your therapist;

g) write your blog before going to the grocery!

(you guessed it, oh faithful ones!)