Dream Journal
I stood in a large warehouse with rows of very tall shelves. Each shelf was piled with raw meat. There were no signs, but I knew that each aisle held a different type of meat: I could easily make out chicken, pork, beef, moose, and deer.
People stood in and on top of the meat moving it around. No one wore gloves, but I did not find this odd or disgusting.
I walked through the aisles and came across Ryan kneeling on the floor with a piece of white bread probably seven feet square. It was the piece in the loaf that is right next to the heel, and one side of it had heel-like qualities. He complained that the bottom was uneven due to this, and he enlisted my help in cutting it off.