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23 July 2008 @ 10:11 am
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"This just in... law enforcement has apprehended a radical research science group who were found to be doing illegal surgical operations on waterfowl off the Maine coast."

*image of perturbed-looking duck sitting on a pier, with tubes and rods poking out of it*

"One of their experiments, the duck you see here, is now capable of bizarre biological functions.  Environmental officials have roped off this stretch of beach in the hopes of rescuing other specimens, but veterinarians do not know if they can be saved.  We now read out to you the hundred step process used to surgically alter the bird.  First step:  you need five feet of plastic tubing and six AA batteries..."

At that point, my alarm went off.

I promise you, during the dream, I was deeply horrified by what had been done to the bird.  I think I was even horrified that the news was offering instructions on how the process was done.  (A hundred step process?  How long was the program?)

But when I woke up, I have to confess that my first thought was, "Dude.  Ducks?  They were doing mad-scientist style vivisection on DUCKS?"

Ducks.  With tubing.  Very uncomfortable ducks.

So, my alarm had gone off at 5am, as it does every morning.  This is my optimistic shot in the dark:  I always offer myself the possibility that I might get up and go for a run.  Since the wedding, I haven't gone even once.  I always get up, turn it off, and go back to sleep until 8.

But this morning, I woke up from that dream, got out of bed, looked at the nice, comfy-looking bed, and thought, "You know what?  I'm not going back to sleep.  God knows what else my brain is capable of this morning."

So I went for a run, which was good, and hopefully my brain will be a little bit clearer today, thanks to the wonders of modern science and the heinous misuse of ducks.

And no, I'm NOT going to tell you what the bizarre biological functions were...
 
 
Current Mood: weirdweird
 
 
 
Lion's Denannbonny on July 23rd, 2008 12:05 pm (UTC)
You know, they say that every thing in a dream really represents some aspect of our self...
Wiseacreewin on July 24th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
I need to do some visualizations on getting in touch with my own inner tormented duck.
Радаdigitalemur on July 23rd, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC)
I'm laughing too hard to write and say 'but no, we really DO wanna know what the bizarre biological functions were!' Because I suspect we really do not.
Wiseacreewin on July 24th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
You... really don't. Not worth the price of admission. Blergh.
jessxantha on July 23rd, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)
! yay, run! go you! :)
Wiseacreewin on July 24th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
Twice now! Rah rah rah!
rogue equestrian: Darth Randelvinborn on July 23rd, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
the tubing and the batteries... maybe they were to be the first attempt at borg ducks? Or maybe the brain was just trying to make sure you were too disturbed by its own weirdness to go back to sleep. brains are sometimes smart ;)
Wiseacreewin on July 24th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
They are. I'm not sure what my brain was thinking about this morning, though. :)
Davidkrinchan on July 24th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
I had a dream that I woke up a woman. Opposite what one would think, I was not happy, nor did I sit around playing with my boobs. I woke up and had to pee. After I finally figured out how that works, I started my cycle. After the (I guess imagined, I've never tried one out) pain of plugging that up, I discovered high heels and pencil skirts with no slit.

Worst nightmare of my LIFE.
Wiseacreewin on July 28th, 2008 10:33 am (UTC)
Dude, sounds like you only got all the bad stuff!

Then again... *tries to think of something good about being a woman that men don't have*