Oh shit.

One night, I had a bad dream. All I could see was darkness in front of me. Light began peeking out in the distance, a thick layer of fog covering the air like a thick quilted blanket. The light didn't seem to be a car's headlights, as it grew slowly, eventually thinning back out into the omnipresent black. I hear the sound of a person; a mumble, as if they are struggling. The light spins back around and stops on me. A light house, perhaps? I am standing on a lifeboat, in the middle of the ocean... and what do I see behind me? Tom Higgenson, preparing to throw me to the sharks? No, it was Jon Cook from Forever the Sickest Kids. I sighed a breath of relief, until I look down at my hands, which are covered in feathers. No pants? A beak for a nose? Oh shit. I'm a duck.