Very weird chicken dream

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My hubby does much the same thing. I almost always wake up first, and constantly bug him to get up. But if he's ever the first one out of bed, he will bring me a chicken or some other animal and push it in my face, and say "look who came to say good morning!" Occasionally he has the good luck of getting the rooster to crow in my ear. It's actually pretty endearing.
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When I was in high school I worked at the elephant ear stand at Oktoberfest. I handled so many wrinkly- flat, oval, sugar coated pastries that I dreamt that I was tiny in a big bowl of Frosted Flakes.
 
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it's nice to know I'm not the only one who dreams about their chickens. My mom & daughter think I'm crazy... I can't help it though... it happens a few times a week.
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kycklingar! :

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Haha!!
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My hubby does much the same thing. I almost always wake up first, and constantly bug him to get up. But if he's ever the first one out of bed, he will bring me a chicken or some other animal and push it in my face, and say "look who came to say good morning!" Occasionally he has the good luck of getting the rooster to crow in my ear. It's actually pretty endearing.
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HAHAHAHAH! omg... that's funny. i could see Nick shoving a rooster in my face and in a far-too-happy-and-enthusiastic-tone saying "GENEVA! LOOK WHO CAME TO SAY GOOD MORNING!" and the rooster making a mad face kinda like this >:C

we're in the same boat, you and i
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Lol! When I was deciding what breeds to get I read a lot about buff orps being great pets and then I started dreaming about me being one...and of course being the bestest chicken of the flock
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I've had weird dreams too, but mine involved ducks. I dreamt that we had looked at a house before we moved to where we live now that had a pond, but didn't like the house (This never happened) and since we now have ducks decided to rethink the idea of moving to this house. So we decided to visit this house with the ducks. Unfortunately this property didn't have a fence and though the ducks loved the pond, they would walk into the road and one duck named Cinnamon (we don't have a duck by this name) was hit by a car. My son came in and asked his father if he could bring his duck to the mortuary (My son is 11 and has never used this term) the next time he goes (as if my husband goes there all the time or something.) That's when I woke up. Very strange.
 

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