Dreams sausage

Sausage

I dream of eating ripe plantain it was fried but i ordered for a sausage not plantain

I was with my best friend and we were watching a film. In the film, there was a young boy who was looking for someone and somehow he ended up in an autopsy room, he laid down on the bed/table thing and started chopping sausages (literally) and somehow the boy threw the sausages at my friend and I. After cutting the sausages, the boy looked at his hands and started cutting his hands, there was blood everywhere, a police officer came and saw what happened, he looked at the boy and vomitted all over the boys hands and then he fainted. The boy then proceeded on cutting his body open. I looked to my friend and said "i'm going to the toilet" I went to the sink and started vomitting blood and chunks of skin. Needless to say, I couldnt sleep after that. It was horrifying and gross!

Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.

In my dream i was in an erry house talking to my daughter on the phone. she was asking why i didn't come get her and i broke a promise. then i was hitting my ex husband with frozen sausage because he sold her for drugs