Every since our tour last month, I have seriously been considering vegetarianism again. When I woke up from this dream those desires felt amplified. The veggies seemed so attractive next to the rubber "turkeys" and I felt ashamed to once have belonged to a community that is economically supported entirely by the turkey industry. 

I feel like eating flesh is predominately wrong, and although this thought isn't new, it is amplified by a Stephen King novel I just finished and this sense that those turkeys were someone's kids. It seemed related to a fathers' love somehow. Mona
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We are in the kitchen preparing a big dinner. My brother DJ, mullet and all, is stuffing the turkey. This feels appropriate, since he works at a turkey processing plant. 

He is talking nonstop about the advantages of turkey over other meat. I recall our tour of his work facilities, and the "death room" (where they slit a throat every 3 seconds) and lose my appetite. I am peeling non-descript veggies in front of a cast iron pan. 

He has two turkeys in front of him, and instead of looking normal, they look like those rubber chickens that seem so funny, only I am not laughing.

He is talking and I can hear his kids running through the house laughing and screaming. He hears them, turns to me and says, "I love my kids." He says this with such seriousness that it seems strange and profound.

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