“A snippet of a larger dream sequence featured me sitting on my haunches by a fire, tearing into a porkball (one word). It consisted of all the juiciest, tastiest cuts from a deboned pig wrapped into a huge ball (60 cm in diameter) padded with lots of fat. The fat became crackling. Mmm… crackling. The porkball was roasted on open fire until awesome and consumed straightaway, still sizzling and dripping fat.
I’m still haunted by the loss of waking up in a world without porkball.”
As I am after reading about this epic porkball. Yum!
Huge apologies for being so quiet on the dreams front… we’ve just moved, and various parts of the dream drawing arsenal are still packed. But as a reward for being so patient, you get a dream about a porkball.