dream of the night

I was seeing such a weird dream that I remember contemplating,while living the ridicule, that I should write about it. should've, would've, could've done it the first thing in the morning while it was so fresh.. when I didn't try to remember, but instead tried to stop recalling it. now, all I can say is there were a lot of people, it had a dark atmosphere both literally and figuratively. someone (it could be me) was slicing meat (it could belong to a person) in equal proportions. there was a guy with a cape, like Zorro. a bad Zorro, though. come to think about it, maybe he was the hero..better yet maybe I was him. this is my bad dream after all, I could claim hero-ship. I would psychoanalyze it here if only I had all the pieces attached. to me, this basically means I'm talking too much and unnecessarily out of place. or as my grandma would rightfully put it, my behind was sticking out of the covers.