Take it from a guy who has been perspiring braunschweiger for three days straight. The meat sweats are both very real and very unsettling. It started off as an innocent enough challenge: Consume as much animal flesh as humanly possible in a short amount of time. But now I’m having nightmares about a chainsaw-wielding T-Bone and a hot dog with a blood vengeance. And instead of waking up in a cold sweat … you guessed it. Meat sweat. So now I keep a steak knife under my pillow. You know, just in case.