Dreams---where things at least happen

  I was cooking a large leg of lamb. I might have done so in real life once in the 60's, but certainly not since.  We were in the backyard of the old house, a number of people around. I cooked it outside. It was huge, juicy-looking and easy to slice. I looked for a serving platter and put the slices on the platter, but they seemed to disappear.
  The house a few doors down had been sold, and when the owners moved they had dismantled and taken with them an  outdoor utility shed. Where the shed had been  was a deep cavity, muddy and ominous looking. A little boy was peering into the deep hole. He said he'd not go nearer because he knew the danger.
  By the time I got into the house where the lamb had been taken, all the people had eaten and were off on their own pursuits.  There was still a lot of meat left on the leg of lamb.