The happy place

I dreamt that I was both a pig and a package of sliced ham.

There was another pig who had made me into the sliced ham package, but somehow I had managed to free myself to some extent from this curse, and now back into my original pig shape, I was the one hunting this antagonistic pig.

I had located this other pig’s package of ham, with the plastic packaging and everything.

And as I ragefully bit into it with my pig’s maw full of hatred, and as I did, the package turned into the black furred coat of this other pig, and I felt that with its rising panic, the realisation in him or her that I was the one doing it, not the other way around.

And to the sound of me taking a bite of this — the sound as if taking a big bit of a green apple — I awoke