Porchance to Dream!

Greetings and salutations! I am once again alive and well on the cyber frontier and look forward to sharing many interesting tidbits as they present themselves for consideration.
For example, just this very morning I was enjoying a bit of the frijol colombina with my good friend and confidante Chloe as she began to relate a most amusing anecdote, regarding a dream into which she had wandered during a brief but productive embrace in the arms of Morpheus. She found herself in the audience of a rather large gathering of pigs (she being the only human among them, a not so unusual, if perhaps less literal occurrence in her waking life as la fille occupée autour de la ville, if you acquire my meaning) being addressed by a healthy porcine fellow behind a dais which failed to completely obscure his corpulence. His dialogue was quite indecipherable for our sleeping heroine, as it consisted entirely of a series of guttural grunts, none too senatorial snorts and a phlegmatic collection of fiats more akin to flatulence than facundity. Even more disconcerting was the call and response nature of the affair, with the audience of swine answering these grandiloquent grunts with equally disgusting expectorations of their own. The master of ceremonies would spew his choked elocution to be followed with a gag reflexing ritornelle in unison from his congregation. Just as the dreaming Chloe was deciding she had endured enough of this cacophony she was awakened with a start by the true source of the choking, spitting, growling racket, lying alongside her: her roommate's English Bulldog, Diogenes, still engaged in a sound, if not soundless, afternoon snooze of his own!