So I had a dream about getting a duck. Not just any duckâ€¦ it was a helper duck. It came to a party I was apparently hosting. The duck ended up being a good friend. He didnâ€™t talk much or really do anything but clean my bathroom, but I really loved that duck. See, cleaning the bathroom was a big deal, because I was the size of a Lego person and the house was normal size. So the bathroom was huge. The dream took a sad turn when the duck had to go to war with all the other ducks. This pretty much involved going downstairs to who knows what. I was rather depressed about the duck leaving. What seemed like years later, the ducks started returning up the stairs. They received quite an ovation from the town (suddenly there was a full village in my hallways?). I was so excited about my little ducky returning. Yet, as they marched in one by one, my friend wasnâ€™t there. I was screaming out his name in anger when all the sudden, he appeared. He had ran out on the war and was sleeping at the local inn, I guess embarrassed to show himself as a cowardly duck. I rejoiced at the return of my duck. There was no hugs or hellos, we just went back to the bathroom for some cleaning.
Is that screwed up or what?