I write down my dreams with a cup of coffee.

Last night I dreamt about a large female pig trying to give birth. The smell coming from her was over the top. She was saying, “help me. I just need some help.” Everyone ignored her.

Sadly, where I worked at the behavioral center, no one did a damn thing. I had to throw a tizzy to make someone call the emergency Vet, and in the end, I quit my job.

Utter cruelty.