"Some of my friends kill ducks in target practice" he said, before waking up.
He must have meant "choir practice" because most of he dream had happened in Durham cahedral, a building he had never visited. He must have meant "swans".
It was most confusing. And how did that commercial for Omo fit in, the one from the sixties? Omo Shariff, perhaps. Sans serif? Omo Kayam? Extremist Anglican Terrorism? He wrote down all the details of the dream, as instructed by his psychothrapist.
He wrote them down, and again woke up, this time in a sweat.
He definitely wasn't going to tell his therapist about the ducks.
