Last night I dreamed that me and another bloke had reversed our truck up to a loading bay in a factory.
It was a biscuit factory so concerned about hygiene. The shutter on the bay opened and this guy in overalls called us over and in an embarrassed, confidential tone, said: “There is something you need to know about this factory. When we built it there was a pig farm on the site and one of the conditions of being allowed to build here was that we had to keep the pigs”.
As he said this a MASSIVE pig backed out of the loading bay and shit all over the platform.
Make of that what you will…
Must be a metaphor for social media.
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I cracked up with this post. Thanks for the laugh and I’m sorry I have no idea about what it means. I have read that dreams are merely jumbled playback of what we see, we heard, over the years. They seem to come out in odd ways. Of course, I don’t know if that’s true or not. I’ve been having some weird dreams of late and I think it’s because of the heightened state of uncertainty.
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