Last night I dreamt a French word over and over. There was no narrative to the dream, just the word: abbatoir.

Though I am reasonably competant in French (I could vacation without too much discomfort) my vocabulary is quite small. And I've never heard of this word -- abbatoir -- before.

I awoke from the dream and stumbled down the hallway, took a piss, and then went into my study and looked up the word in a French/English dictionary. Even though I had not seen the word in my dream, only heard it, I went right to it.

The word, I discovered, means: slaughterhouse.

Strangely, enough my best friend Michelle, had only yesterday been reading about slaughterhouses in Fast Food Nation.