Purple duck

Date: 3/4/2021

Swimming in a nice lagoon. There were lots of leafy plants around and within the water, like birds of paradise, and long swooping grass-like leaves that curled gracefully like the integral sign from calculus. The lagoon was full of weird fairy mermaid creatures. They had long leaf/feather tendrils coming from their heads that made them blend in with the surrounding integral foliage (shape,not color). They were mostly a deep royal blue and leaf green. There were also very colorful ducks and they were courting, or otherwise doing the ducking imprint thing. some were swimming very close together in a circle, like yin and yang, revolving around each other. There was a large white one with a black face, and a deep blue one. There were more around me but they were peripheral so I did not pay them much mind. There was one small plush purple duck, and it started swimming in the revolution-style against/around me. I was like awwww it really likes me, so I took it upon myself to love and protect this duck at all costs. I was swimming, so it would stay right at my shoulder against my neck. I could feel how plush its lil chest and belly feathers were. Sometimes something would happen (a wave? a current? someone causing it?) and I would go under the water, but I would push my duck upwards to the surface, trying to make sure she did not drown. I loved her fiercely. Later on the fire nation was invading an icy fortress, and aang was evading them with his antics. Eventually in the center of the fortress was a man that reminded me of a large fat danny trejo. He was talking about how over the years, he;d had harems and harems of young girls he'd groomed and dated??? and he kept a journal about the effects of certain alcohols (beers) on them. He had a page about a certain beer (I read the name, it was in Spanish but I saw "la", "manzana" and "arbol" on the packaging, so I think it was apple beer. He had a tally of how girls reacted to this certain beer. And he went on to reminisce about one small latina girl that would consistently fall for just one of those beers.... and it turned out to be my purple duck. I was fucking sick and I could not figure out if this had happened before or after I had sworn to protect her. swimming in a algaeic green lake and there were alligators but they didn't do shit, and I dropped by sunscreen but for some reason it did not float so I had to dive under the pier to go get it. It was a class trip or something, there were lots of classmates (middle or high school grade). i was in a convertible with my dad driving, my mom in front, and me in the back. my mom was holding a baby and suddenly the baby;s lips and around her mouth got very red and and she was not breathing and looked stressed. Me and my mom both concluded together that it was a certain reflex and we really just needed to startle the baby, so my dad slammed on the brakes and my mom kinda did a little whip motion to jar the baby and she was fine again. we called 911 because it was scary, and pulled into a little strange neighborhood house (never went in, just on the yard/porch. Right as we got there we say a car crash into the next door house, and a man and a woman and Shakira Meltan were in the crash. We called 911 again and told them we needed a second ambulance directly next door to where we just called for. Once the ambulance got there, the EMTs discovered the man was just bruised but very dramatic, the lady had broken ribs rated 7/10, and Shakira had a twisted ankle. in the house just past the car wreck, Peter Ibarra was living there. He had a gigantic black truck (tiny dick energy for sure). Peter Ibarra's dumb-ass self was fighting with Kelly Boudreaux about alcohol proof / concentration / quality. They were best buds one second and then fighting. Then Peter was moving out of the house after the fight. Bye. 👋