“Not that kind of dream. It kind of sucked.” At the questioning look on his face, I explain. “I was a duck, like a duckling, and I was following you around everywhere, and you got mad at me. You called me a stupid duck and tried to kick me, and I tried to tell you that it was me, but you couldn’t understand me.” “Because… you were a duck.” “Well, yeah, but it was still upsetting. I thought about waking you up.” “To… yell at me?” I laugh. “No, I don’t know. Just to make sure you wouldn’t try to kick me if I ever turned into a duck.”
