As the Fourth of July fireworks began to fade into the background and my mind, at long last, drifted off into slumber, I had a dream. A silly dream. A dream where I went to Disneyland with Zucker the octopus from Animal Crossing. Continue reading A Duck and an Octopus Visit Disneyland: A Quirky Dream
That’s right, another post about the Duck’s weird dreams. This first one was a few weeks ago. In this dream, normally peaceful animals were turning violent, both wild ones and pets alike. I remember being outside seeing a squirrel running around in a very agitated fashion indeed. It was actually kind of creepy. (You see that squirrel in the banner image? Don’t trust it!) Continue reading The Duck Dreams of Dastardly Tap Water?!
The night of 10/21/19, I had another one of my more interesting dreams. And if you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, then you know what that means. I’m going to share this dream with you, my dear readers, because I’m weird, and that’s what I do. As is often the case, the details have become rather fuzzy, but I’ll try to recount this odd dream as well as I can. Continue reading The Duck Dreams of Abandoned Mansions
The night of 8/25/19, I had a rather creepy dream that I wanted to write down before I forgot. It has often been my intention to write a short story based off of some of my more interesting dreams, but as is often the case with a good number of my little side projects, it never quite happens. Nevertheless, the least I can do is share it with all of you, my dear readers. Continue reading The Duck Dreams of Things Lurking in the Shadows
The Duck dreams quite frequently, as you may have noticed from all the random dream posts I have written over the years. For whatever reason, however, there are certain dreams I get far more often than others that began in ducklinghood and still continue to this day. They can largely be broken down into two categories: food and darkness. Continue reading The Duck’s Recurring Dreams of Food and Darkness
Seeing as I am currently cat-less for the first time in four years, it is no wonder that cats have been on my mind quite a lot lately. And yet, though I deeply want to get another pet now that dear Elsa is no longer with us, I have no idea what’s going on with my life at the moment (it’s complicated), so getting a pet would currently be quite unwise. Even so, that does not mean my life is completely devoid of feline companions, because the nights of 3/6/19 and 3/7/19 were filled with dreams of these lovely, fluffy angels. Continue reading Dream Time: So Many Cats!
The night of 3/4/19, the Duck had a dream that caused me stress even after I had woken up…until I finally realized that it had all just been, in fact, inside my fluffy duck head all along. Phew. In this dream, I was going to a community college, and I kept visiting the college’s server. I thought it was quite cool indeed getting to use such a fancy-pants computer (though I am rather unsure how it was so easy to gain access to it). Continue reading Dream Time: The Duck Uses the Wrong Computer
The night of 4/16/19, the Duck had a spooky dream courtesy of a PC game called SCP: Containment Breach. If you’re not familiar, the SCP Foundation is a fictional group that basically collects and studies anomalous creatures and objects. Kind of like the TV series, Warehouse 13. But scarier. This particular dream featured SCP-173, a statue that moves at incredible speeds as long as you aren’t looking at it. (If you’re thinking that they stole the idea from Dr. Who’s Weeping Angels, well, SCP-173 was actually created first, so…) Continue reading The Duck Dreams of SCP-173
For whatever reason, the Duck has been having lots of rather creepy dreams lately. I heard that cold air gives one bad dreams, and whether or not this is true, it certainly seems to be, considering winter is the major time when the Duck finds herself in the midst of a good deal of weird nightmares. Continue reading Dream Time: An Uncooperative Door
The night of 2/16/19, the Duck had a rather stressful dream indeed. It began where I was in my garage, but the door that leads outside led, rather, to another room. A guy was in this room and was trying to break into the house via this door, and he seemed largely unaffected by the door’s lock. Though I would lock the door to bar him entrance, I would then watch in horror as the lock would slowly turn. Eventually, I had to start placing furniture against it to keep the door secured. Even though this finally worked, the man was clearly determined, as he merely decided to sleep in this room as he awaited his chance to break inside the house. Continue reading Dream Time: Higgledies to the Rescue?