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Too cool for gruel

A friend of mine recently steered my direction to the Wikipedia's page on gruel. The description is vaguely familiar.

My strange dream

Last night I had a dream where I was in a Kurt Vonnegut novel. The basic premise of the story being that the Nazis had won the war and proceeded to taken over the entire world. After having eradicated all those they found unfit for the Reich a race of genetically altered humans was created. Using animal DNA and splicing it with that of humans (or maybe it was the other way around, my subconscious was never quite clear on that) scientists created what were essentially furries.

For those unfamiliar with what a furry is, it is an animal with a humanoid body but still retaining the features of whatever animal it is based on. A rabbit that walks and talks like a man but with fur, large ears and a fluffy tail. Think cartoons or comics about animals in a human world.

This was not even the strangest part of the dream. What was most odd was that they had seemingly created these creatures for no reason. If they were subjected to hard work or use in the military that would have made sense. These are Nazis we're talking about after all. Only the animal people seemed to live normal everyday lives. Only difference being that the normal people would not speak to them. The animal people were as smart as everyone else but the humans didn't want them to know this. Their brilliant form of oppression was to pretend that they couldn't understand the animal people. They could understand them for sure. They just acted like they couldn't so that the animal people would feel separate and inferior.

Again, I have no idea what purpose all of this was meant to serve.

At some point in the dream the focus switched from me being in the book to me telling a couple friends about the book. I told my friends about the plot and showed them some of the illustrations. Yes, the book even had illustrations. Early 20th century drawings of people in fine suits drinking alcohol only with the head of a walrus or a horse or a bear. My colleagues seemed disinterested so I began telling them the story of Vonnegut as if that would somehow change their opinion. How he had been in the Second World War, captured by the Germans and sent to Dresden right before it was fire bombed by the English. This did nothing to impress them. In fact one gave me a look of "Who gives a shit you idiot." This pissed me off something fierce. I yelled at them to get out of my house. The pompous pricks began to leave thinking they could still borrow my saran wrap. I fucking put a stop to that. No assholes who don't appreciate Vonnegut are going to use my plastic wrap!

Then I woke up.

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