I had a dream last night. First let me begin by saying
that without my GPS I am directionally challenged.
And it's broken.
So this dream was about being lost.
In a storm.
Going up and down roads.
Raining cats and dogs.
Up and down streets.
Can't find my way.
I end up by the ocean.
I love the ocean and the beach.
It's gray, dreary, cloudy.
Windshield wipers going.
Hundreds of ducks everywhere.
Then I see a man scoop up a handful.
In my mind I think - these poor babies need help!
I pull my car around the corner where the water isn't as deep
in the road and I open the door of my car...
in pile the ducks...
every shape, size and color.
Now I have ducks on the floor, the seats, my lap,
all staring at me totally silent.
The storm stops suddenly.
Just ducks...in my car.