Weeeeeeird dreams. Ideas on what the hell's going on with my mind?
→[More:]I was lying in a big bed in the middle of a sun-streaked forest, talking to my father on my cell phone, tearfully explaining that I had only one vacation day saved up so I couldn't do whatever he wanted me to do. Then I started shrieking that ducks were about to attack -- two large ducks (I think they may have actually been geese -- long necks -- but they were snowy white) had just landed menacingly in one of the nearby trees; one of them swooped down and bit my toe, which was poking out of the covers.
(My toes always poke out of the covers when I sleep.)
Ikkyu2 successfully fought off the duck/goose, which was hanging on to my toe for dear life; my father patiently waited until this was over to resume our conversation.
Then I was in a room with a bunch of classmates, or possibly children, and my internship supervisor. He wanted us all to go through boxes of clothing and put on "at least seven or eight layers" on top of our current clothing. For some reason, my current clothing was only a half-slip and a (very cute!) stripy sweater.
I don't even know where to start with this one.