And in this dream I was a spy amongst a crew of baby seal clubbers during a mass slaughter.
In this dream I witnessed horrendous, awful and vile acts performed by men who all had a
group prayer before heading out on their hunt.
At one point one of the men fell through a crack in the ice. I was the only one to see the man slip and go under. Then suddenly I saw his hands and face press up against the blood drenched ice as he tried
to scream and pound for help. His face was slightly obscured by a pile of precious baby seal brains and an adorable black eyeball.
I thought of moving them, but then figured it was symbolic and needed to remain.
I thought to myself "where is the god you just prayed to?
It was only 10 minutes ago, he could not have forgotten you already".
Then I mouthed to the drowning man "perhaps you should have prayed to me".
Then he slowly fell out of sight.
Then I woke up.

Some would say I need help.
Others would say "good riddance".

Such a fine line we cross in dreams, eh?

I do have a question for anyone who knows the answer: I realize my sitting here & complaining won't put an end to the hunt, but isn't there at least some way of making it less barbaric and cruel? Can't you just walk by each one and shoot it in the head instead of getting off on repeatedly slamming a hooked club into its skull? Or does the bullet risk cracking the ice if it goes all the way through the seals skull?

I mean can't you just maybe be a little bit less sadistic than the cunts you are? I would think you sick fucks would get off even harder using a pistol. Ugh fuck it! I hope next year the is some earth/icequake that knocks all of you into the water.

Now THAT would be a classic hunt indeed!

What is the moral of this story?

The moral is that it is wise not to take me along on a seal hunt.