jeeps, knives and meat

i had a dream the other night that i actually remembered...well, at least the last part of it - which is all you are apparently able to remember anyways. and it was awesome.
what i remember is this:
a jeep pulled up and scott, bill and brian from work were in it - i can't remember who was driving but i think it was brian. seems right. anyhow. they yelled at me to get in and that were delivering a side of, somewhat decayed, meat to a church on the other side of town - this town being a village of sorts i didn't recognize but not unlike that of the small villages in italy or france. we pulled up outside this church and i got out and put the meat next to other meat that was there already. and when i turned to get back in the jeep, they were gone. so i kinda freaked and then started running in the direction i thought they must have gone.
i ran a bit and then heard brian calling my name and turned and saw him down in a small ravine and at the top of the ravine was a snow fence that brian came up and met me at and then sliced with his knife so i could get through. for some reason i pulled out my knife and ran with brian down the hill.
on our way we came upon bill who said, "don't look if you're queezy..." and then took out his knife and cut a chunk out of his leg saying it was hurting him, and that he had something in it...after he had the chunk in his hand he said, "oh, it's just a sliver..."
then, out of nowhere came scott chasing a pig with his knife out.

and then i woke-up.

g. xo