Pop's Dream Journal

I find myself at my mother’s house with two of my older brothers. In the dream, I know it’s my mother’s house but it’s not the same house as in the waking world. My mother is complaining because some baby ducks are either trapped or holed up underneath the house and/or porch and they keep “chirping”.

My parents have a 2 ½ acre yard with a pond in the back half of it. When I was little, we had ducks on the property, so it was not unusual back then to see baby ducks around the house now and then.

Anyway, in the dream, my Mom is afraid the baby ducks will die if they’re not rescued, plus the chirping is driving her nuts. So me and my two brothers crawl under the house/porch and retrieve the baby ducks. In doing so, we also find that there are some small green birds under there as well. They’re about the size of a small mouse. I pick up one of the birds and as I do, it tries to bite my hand. Luckily, I have gloves on. I tell my brothers, “It’s trying to bite me.” One of them says something like, “Yeah, watch out. They’re mean and they bite!” I can’t seem to stop the bird I’m holding from trying to bite me, and I’m starting to lose my grip on it, so instinctively, I squeeze the bird as hard as I can to try and kill it. It seems to work, because the bird stops moving. I look around for a place to dispose of it, but don’t see any trash cans around. So I end up just tossing it into the bushes.

I usually remember more than one dream during the night. But I'm on vacation in Honduras scuba diving and sleeping in a strange bed. I tossed and turned and only got about 5 hours of sleep.