The dream always starts the same way. I’m walking down the alley, the same one I walk every night, but this time I hear… quacking. Just a little at first, then more and more, until the air is a deafening cacophony of quacking, getting closer and closer.
I run, but there’s a wall blocking me. Not a normal wall, this one’s white and smooth and I can’t climb it. I turn around, and there they are. Ducks. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them, slowly closing in around me as the water rises to my chin, the relentless quacking echoing in my head…
And that’s the point where I wake up, my heart pounding, the sheets stained with sweat, relieved to learn that it was all just a dream. Or was it?
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Coming Soon To A Theater Near You …
The remake of The Birds by Alfred Hitchduck
It will scare the fur right off you ..
Those eyes! Stunning!
Rubber ducky, you’re the one….
This reminds me of a very scary short story by F. Paul Wilson about a boy who dreams of giant spiders ::shudders::
Nooooo!!!! There was a spider in my living room on Saturday and I don’t know where he went!!!!!!!!!!
*pssst* … It’s behind you right NOW !!
I guess I shouldn’t have left my sweater in the living room last night. He probably rode to work with me in the hood.
Okay, I just moved my keyboard and a spider came scuttling out from underneath. Not the same kind of spider that was in my living room.
I posted about my spider the other day on Facebook, and my coworker saw it and this morning he said he was in my town over the weekend and was going to ask if I needed help with my spider. Obviously too late for my living room spider, so I made him come over to my desk and kill this one.
And again,
Catch and relocate!
I think the one at home stole a piece of my phone charger.
How could this be a nightmare?
It’s Refurb the tripod kitty!
She has the greenest eyes.