berkeley's largest phallic symbol

I was travelling. Maybe it was venice. We were by the beach and there were crooked stone steps leading to where the boats were. It was partly magical. I was with grandma dorothy.  I went down the steps. Instead of water there were these green rolling hills. Caity and Lori were my roommates. I was in the units. Living a cradle. I had been dreaming about these hills and the campanile where I was going and we were in a car or boat going by it, but the hills were hard to navigate. I think we were going to the top. Suddenly instead of grandma dorothy I was with grandma peggy, and some french girl whom I was really good friends with. But then I woke up in a manger in the units. I thought about how the room I was in was much more comfortable than the one in foothill. Foothill was good for sleeping but it was awful in the daytime. Everyone had to go. There were no walls. It was getting dark outside. It had just been morning. They had to make a pilgrimage to the campanile or the dining hall i don't remember which. There may have been a pig involved. They were planning on eating it. A Flying pig.