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To: Ilaine who wrote (52572)	6/24/2000 8:16:00 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Mr. Croc's Dream..... I don't generally post Mr. Croc's dreams on DAR, but I think you'll have to agree that this one certainly means something.... :-}> In the dream, Mr. Croc and I were in our house, which had somehow changed into something resembling a mobile home. We were busy working on something, when we happened to look out and see a car turning in our laneway. We immediately looked at each other and shrieked, "DID YOU LEAVE THE GATES OPEN??!!" (We have gates on the end of our lane which are kept locked most of the time to keep strangers from driving into our yard). A minute later, a man and woman appeared at our door and wanted to come in to see if we would be interested in buying hatchling ducks from them. Somehow, they managed to talk their way inside, so we sat down in the living room area to hear their pitch. The man had a glossy booklet that showed all different kinds of ducks with pretty feathers. He went on and on about how beautiful their ducks were compared to anyone else's. We acted like we weren't interested, so the man suddenly said, "Here! I know this will convince you! After you see THIS!!".... as he pulled a small live duckling out of the back pocket of his pants. As he held the duckling up to show to us, it started to defecate all over the place...... Not like little poops... but like someone had turned on a tap and the stuff was just blasting down all over the man's hands and then running all over the floor of our living room...which, incidentally, had turned into a surface like a rippling pond with newspapers strewn all over it. The duck shit just spread out more and more until the entire room was filled with it..... END OF DREAM.... Alright, Madame Cobalt... please provide your most....uhm....imaginative interpretation... ;-}>