Human Jello

The dream this time is so disturbing, I am not sure I want to relive it in a blog, but I guess, I am committed to doing this. It is like some cop show episode on TV and I generally never watch those. They are so cliché and predictable. Let's see what we uncover in this analysis...

In my dream I am a some sort of scientist. My specialty is food science. My job is creating new food products for a major food company. The FBI has come to me and have ask me to help them solve a serial murder case. The killer has abducted and killed scores of people and he is doing something so horrific with the bodies that no other killer in history has ever done. What has happened is he has created jello from the bones of his victims! He has somehow slipped his grisly product into the commercial food system. Hundreds or thousands of people are consuming jello products made from human remains.

The FBI needs an outside expert on commercial food production with a research science back ground to try and figure this killer out, and how he is doing this. That is why they have turned to me. This incident is something new that they have never contended with before. It is ten times worse than the infamous Tylenol tampering incident in the early 1980s. This is a new level of depravity and is not something ever even considered or thought possible.

As I am investigating this, I am approached by law enforcement; they need samples of these jello products for cadaver dog training program. The idea is to train the dogs to detect human remains within food products. An associate of mine named Doug, who has retired from the military, has turned to training cadaver dogs for law enforcement, it is he who has approached me for the samples. The disturbing thing is that there is so much of the stuff that I can easily give him a sample to train his dogs with and still have plenty left over for my investigation. I give him all that he needs.

Next, I see myself in the back room of a grocery store. I am looking at a six foot high pallet of human jello! You know jello is normally created from the bones of cattle. Suddenly, I am astonished at the scale of this horror. How many human bones would it require to make an entire pallet of jello products? At least hundreds or even thousands I am sure!

I find myself so distraught and depressed during my investigation that I quit my job and choose to runaway from this horror rather than try to deal with it. I cannot cope with what I know and have seen so I run away. I pack a backpack and hit the open road. I hitch a ride out west with one of the delivery truck drivers I met at the grocery store. He is an old Vietnam War vet and understands what I am going through and risks his job to help me get away.

The dream concludes with me getting dropped off by the trucker in some remote city out west. My clothes are dirty and I need a shower bad. I hop up on a concrete wall, open my pack, and proceed to pull out a jello pack and sob uncontrollably  as I eat it! Oh my God! I wake up.

So was I the killer all along? That would certainly be a bizarre twist to the tale. It is a sort of cliff hanger ending isn't it? You never quite know what my guilt or innocence is. The perfect ending. I found it all just overwhelmingly horrific. What a bizarre dream!

The ancient Romans once regarded the first Christians as cannibals with their secret communion practices. The bread is represented as the bones of Christ and the wine his blood. Some Christian faiths take it as a literal transformation of the elements. It is the Christmas season. Did this play a factor in my dream?   I don't know. I do know that I was stacking boxes of jello on the shelves at my waking world real life job the night before this dream.

What does this all say about my unconscious? This opens some scary rabbit holes to wander around in. My shadow self is a really dark fellow with some disturbing tendencies. I would like to think I could never be a deadly killer, but we all have the potential for violent and socially unacceptable behaviours. It is our higher conscious self that keeps a lid on the Mr Hyde in all of us. Some just do it better than others. This dream is a reminder of what it hidden within myself and in everyone.

I will be puzzling over this one for a good long while. What does it all mean?  I never dismiss any dream as pure fantasy. Sometimes they are fun, but they all have something to say about the real me or about life. I take every dream serious. There is a wealth of information to find in every dream. If you follow my blog regularly you will discover this. Good dreams to you all. Don't let any dream go to waste. The bad ones can reveal as much or even more if you examine and research them.