The Skinned Monkey...

For some reason last night I dreamed about getting invited out to my friend David Dunwoody's house, and when I got there It turned out there were several other authors I know invited out as well. Rhiannon Frater, Johnathan Moon, Tim Long, Derek Goodman, Stephen North, Robert Best and myself all arrive in different taxi's like in clue. It is one of those strange houses out in the mountains that is built into the side of a mountain, with well more than half the house underground. There is a note on the front door that says come on in...We open the door and there is a hallway before us with an archway with a huge lush kitchen to our left and another archway to the right with a well appointed living room beyond it. There on a cart in the living area was a half dozen liquor bottles and such and we went in there and poured ourselves some drinks. Looking around the room Johnathan calls us all over to a set of black-stained wooden shelves just past the couch and along the back wall of the room. There is a dome-topped glass container on the wall and within it is a curious greyish liquid in the heart of which floats what can only be described as a skinless monkey...