My favorite chaotic things are dreams. They have every right to be so jumbled and chaotic when the human mind is just as such. Shall I indulge in a story?

 Suffice to say, I’ve never had a nice dream. It’s always been nightmares or vivid visuals with lingering uneasyness until it eventually goes away. My dreams are so disconcerting that most nights I have difficulty sleeping.

 Just the other night I had a dream I was speaking to a raw piece of lamb. It was on a styrofoam that had plastic wrap on it. The lamb said that it couldn’t breath and so I used my thumb nail to cut a slit in the plastic. Nothing about this was not strange, and the lamb didn’t even have a mouth. It was more like a voice emmiting from it. The lamb began speaking to me in a very posh manner, and we were having a lovely time. But I couldn’t understand what the thing was saying. It sounded all too perfect to be words at all. I concentrated deeply, but in doing so I became more lost than before.

 Then my front door collapsed and fell forward. A gust of wind sent chills down my spine, and snow came whipping through as well. Suddenly, I felt very cold, and looked to the lamb that was now quiet.

 There was someone standing in the threshold of my door, a gangly shadowy figure that was not scared of. Its eyes were glowing and white, and it approached me steadily, but I did not see its legs moving. It stopped to look at me before gently picking up the frozen lamb thawing in the countertop. Maybe I said goodbye or asked the shadow not to hurt the lamb, but the shadow did not hesitate as it slowly began staggering out. And I didn’t try to go after the lamb either. 

 Without a doubt, there had to have been more to that dream, but I can’t recall anything else. The weird part about waking up was that my heartbeat was irregularly fast as if I had been scared. And the funniest part is that I don’t even like lamb.