I had this dream a while ago, so its details are pretty patchy at this point. So the dream started off as me just staring into this field. It had a couple of horses in it and there was the air of tranquility over it. All of a sudden, from over the crest of the farthest hill, these figures start to appear and upon closer inspection, it's a hoard of ducks. Hundreds of ducks. They descend on the horses which I realize are now smaller than average horses. And as I'm watching this I realize that I'm narrating this event from the point of view of a sports caster.
The little horses retreat to the far end of the field and collect more horses. I look back at the army of ducks as they fast approach and then turn again to the horses. Their numbers have increased, but as they're running they're morphing into Boston terriers that are now chasing after the ducks. They're efficient in their attack and separate off groups of ducks that are now retreating. I can't remember what they were doing to the ducks, but I'm thinking that they were just circling them very fast as if herding the ducks.
The remaining ducks retreat back over the hill and that was the end of my dream. This dream took place after I took a little break from smoking pot, so weird ones were expected...but this was a whole new level of bizarre to me.
Ha, that's awesome. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but when I do, I seem to remember them for a really long time. I think it is because I ruminate over them for so long or something. I commented with a couple that I had as a kid and sometimes I wonder if I really even remember them or if they've morphed and changed over the years into something completely different. They still seem so vivid, though.
I had this dream a while ago, so its details are pretty patchy at this point. So the dream started off as me just staring into this field. It had a couple of horses in it and there was the air of tranquility over it. All of a sudden, from over the crest of the farthest hill, these figures start to appear and upon closer inspection, it's a hoard of ducks. Hundreds of ducks. They descend on the horses which I realize are now smaller than average horses. And as I'm watching this I realize that I'm narrating this event from the point of view of a sports caster.
The little horses retreat to the far end of the field and collect more horses. I look back at the army of ducks as they fast approach and then turn again to the horses. Their numbers have increased, but as they're running they're morphing into Boston terriers that are now chasing after the ducks. They're efficient in their attack and separate off groups of ducks that are now retreating. I can't remember what they were doing to the ducks, but I'm thinking that they were just circling them very fast as if herding the ducks.
The remaining ducks retreat back over the hill and that was the end of my dream. This dream took place after I took a little break from smoking pot, so weird ones were expected...but this was a whole new level of bizarre to me.
Ha, that's awesome. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but when I do, I seem to remember them for a really long time. I think it is because I ruminate over them for so long or something. I commented with a couple that I had as a kid and sometimes I wonder if I really even remember them or if they've morphed and changed over the years into something completely different. They still seem so vivid, though.