big things crowing, big things falling

Last night I had a dream about a giant cock. (Bet that got your attention.) No, lovers and dreamers, get your minds out of your pants. I did not dream of an enormous penis, but a rather gargantuan male chicken. A rooster, if you will. My family and I were taking a tour of a farm. The rooster was bigger than a horse. None of us found this strange. When it crowed, it was almost deafening. The farmer was very proud of his cock.

Later there was a hail-storm. The hail-stones were also gigantic. The size of basket-balls. We sheltered under a tin roof, and hoped it wouldn't get destroyed by the falling boulders of ice.