I can't really remember what they were, dogs, cats, guinea pigs, hamsters, maybe a surreal animal, whatever. They wouldn't shut up they were giggling and giggling, and I don't know if that's what pissed me off or something I'm forgetting. I stuffed them inside an oven and turned the temp switch on. They started squealing and I did nothing but to stand there and listen. I felt bad, for a moment I had control on my dream and turned switch off. I could hear two faint squeals of sheer pain and pulled the tray out, but they were already halfway melt. I then put the tray back in and turned the switch on again just to hear the squeals for a last time and put them out. It made me wonder if the universe ever recycles all matter and starts again (I thought I was awake), would I ever be in that position of despair? Wether as an animal or else, simply being tortured for what I had just done or if it's inevitable to go through this, regardless of what you did in previous lives.
