The Cannibal Kid
I spent two years of my life in Peace Corps; long story short it was very cold, I lost fifty pounds my first year, and I wouldn't necessarily recommend it.
During my first year, I remember waking up after a really vivid nightmare aboard a cruise ship. The cruise ship was empty, floating adrift who knows where, and I was wandering the decks calling out for any signs of life.
Then at one point I turned a corner and came into a dining hall, where the table appeared used but empty. I hadn't figured out where the crew or passengers had gone, and I started searching around the hall for clues - who had been eating here? How long ago? Then my eyes caught these giant oil barrels over along one wall of the room.
You can't really smell in dreams, but I recall walking over to the barrels with a sense of dread. When I leaned over to look inside each of them was filled with fat - human fat and gristle, yellow, fly-covered, indigestible. The rest of the bodies were gone.
My POV suddenly pivoted and I looked up to see a mirror, with me standing in front of it. I was a child, wearing some Stephen King wardrobe of a floating white nightgown covered in gore. My lanky hair hung about my face, which had blood dripping in stomach-turning streaks that caused me to instantly scream and wake up.
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When I described this dream to my buddy over vodka he listened intently and just asked, "When's the last time you ate some meat?"
I started stopping by a local mom & pop diner for chicken twice a week after that.