The Phye-faced Gorrilla and Me

I had another dream last night. I dreamt I was in a survival situation. I had to kill to eat and my quarry was a young gorilla. The gorilla was strong and agile and quick but most disturbing of all, it had my face and it was yelling, cursing and swearing at me, indignant that I was attacking it for consumption.

So there it was swinging around me. I was neither a skilled nor experienced hunter and I bade my time watching it circle me using the vines that hung low in the forest canopy. I stood between large rocks to gain some maneuvering advantage. My chance came when it swung behind me and I reeled around catching it and throwing it to the ground. It was hurt and could not get up quickly enough before I brandished my cleaver and proceeded to hack its legs off. Right then left.

By this time the creature's cussing turned to pleading and it cried pitifully. I had to shut my ears out to finish the job quickly. They came off easily enough, just like pulling out cooked chicken drumsticks out of their sockets. I think it's my mind using surrealism to keep things PG13 for my impressionable subconscious. Just like that time I dreamt that I was at the gym and a couple across the bench from me started having sex.

Anyway I felt horrible and while the creature didn't die after the amputations, it fell quiet after that, resigned to its fate and I kept asking myself why I had to do it. Then I woke up and it was quite difficult to sleep after all that.