my dream

I'm what I call a "boring dreamer". My wife is one of those "technicolor dreamers". She remembers the smallest details about every part of her dreams. On the other hand if you ask me what I dreamed, I might remember being cold or warm, but typically don't remember anything.

The other night I had one of those vivid dreams. I was being chased by a wild animal. No it wasn't a lion, tiger, or bear. It was a duckodile! It had the body of a duck and the bill was the snout of a crocodile. It was chasing and snapping at me. I woke up trembling just as it finally caught me and its long teeth were sinking into my leg. When I told Lydia what I dreamed she just laughed at me. Most people I have told about the dream say that I'm crazy.