So, in my dream last night, a farmer comes up to me and asks if I can come down and look at his pig. I say, sure, why not, and put on my galoshes, and through the late evening near-dark, muck on over some hills to a pig pen where there's this huge white pig rolled over on its side, wheezing and coughing, little bits of blood along its sides, oozing downwards.

Once we've looked at the pig for a few minutes, the farmer turns to me and says, "Well, I just had the vet over to take a look at him. He gave me some medicine for the pig, but I thought I better ask you what you thought about it. Pretty sure that vet didn't know what he was talking about."

Of course, I look at the farmer, feeling totally perplexed, then look back over to the pig, then back to the farmer and say, "Well, the vet is going to be way more trained to tell you what's wrong with that pig than I am. Why in the world would you be asking me, anyway? I'm no expert!"

Farmer kind of rocks back on his haunches, scratches his head, then leans into the fence again, looking closely at the pig. After a few minutes, he looks sideways at me, a little slyly, and says, "Well, J-, you know that's not a real pig, don't you? That's a dream pig, and what the hell do vets know about dream pigs? Surely you're in a better place to tell me what's wrong with a metaphorical sick pig that's shown up in your dream..."

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Swear to god, that was one of my dreams last night. I woke up laughing my ass off.