Friday, November 14, 2014

Curses, Killings, and a Rich, Creamy Broth

I had a dream that my wife and I had been zombified and forced to make batches of a cursed soup by the woman who now controlled us. Her power over us was apparently limited, as we managed to plan a means of killing her when we finished the last batch. Sarra, however, just threw a knife into her heart just before we finished that last batch.

I then asked her why she didn't follow the plan, and she simply shrugged and said, "I don't know."

By the way, according to my dream, cursed soup has a creamy broth.

Which to my mind explains the seductive qualities of cursed soup. I like soups with a creamy broth very much.

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