Adopt a Duck...or Go Golfing With Bigfoot...

So, I just woke up from a nap...and from a very vivid dream.

My housemates needed to re-home their pet duck, and had some people over to meet the duck...but the duck only wanted to play with it's squeaky toy, and kept disappearing down a hallway. I was sent to retrieve the duck, but he wouldn't cooperate...unless I grabbed the toy from his bill and squeaked it to make it (the duck, not the toy) chase me.

I squeaked the toy, and the duck chased me back out into the dining room.

We were all very apologetic about the duck's misbehavior. I remember my housemate (I will refer to her here as Mary, mostly because her name is Mary) saying, "I'm so sorry...he never does this. He normally will come right to you when you call him."

This would have been a good place in the dream to have Mary pull out a duck call and start quacking in the kitchen...but THAT would have made sense.

What is SO TROUBLING about this dream (besides everything) is that we don't even own a duck.

My girlfriend made us dinner last night, and it included smoked tofu. I'm pretty sure that has something to do with it...well, either that, or the Chia seeds. I had some pretty vivid dreams last night, too. Then, I had the leftovers for lunch today.

Thank goodness he passed on the tofu

The meal was delicious...and at least I didn't have that one dream about the Bigfoot with really big teeth wearing golf shoes...I usually only get that one if I eat pepperoni.

Anyway, I just finished the last of the tofu dish...and I can't wait to go to sleep. I have to find out if our duck got adopted.

I hate cliffhangers.