Dream

I was in a mill building that was full of working artists. They were all out in the open working next to each other. I spoke to a sculptor who opened a cupboard and there was a live cow and calf, another cupboard had a live pig.
"I love cows," he said.
"Me too."
"They love to drink milk, they can't seem to get enough of it," he said feeding the pig coffee grounds.
"But don't they eat hay?"
"Hay?"
"Yes, and grain," I said and I woke up.