The Cannot-Be-Eaten Ham Contest

I had a great dream this morning. I was in a hospital, and lots of stuff happened, but the great part was that I wandered into some part of the hospital where a bunch of seniors were doing an "activity." They were having a kind of contest where they were baking "cannot-be-eaten hams," all of which were large and gruesome looking hams, many of which still had their cellophane wrappers in place, each placed on a bed of fat and awful-looking ziti noodles, and adorned with various beat-up looking wigs, which made the hams look a little like glistening, putrid, brutalized human heads.