He Was Riding on a Pig

I saw him bouncing up and down
when my eyes focused I could see
he was straddled on a pig

holding on to the reins 

racing past the grand stand 

laughing and squealing with delight. 

The pig was a large white

sow with pink ears,
a pink snout, and a little curly tail.

They hurried up the hill

and down again leaving nothing 

but a blur and air filled

with laughter.

I walked out to him

when the ride was done
he was covered in mud

and flashed a large tooth-grin. 

I asked him what he was doing,

and he shouted, 
“Can’t you see -

I’m riding a pig

and it is lots of fun.”

I woke up, it was only a dream...

what could it possibly mean?