Last night, I dreamt that I was walking through a huge green park, and everywhere I walked, I could see dead white ducks with bright yellow beaks lying around me. I peered closely at a few of them, and as I examined the ground, I realized that they were all attempting and failing to eat the pins that you poke into Pilates balls to get them to seal the air in. The white pins were lying all over the grass, and some ducks had tried to cough them up before they had died. I felt distraught as I continued walking, trying not to step on any of the dead duck corpses.

Chris came out of nowhere, and I grabbed his arm and told him that all these ducks were lying around and had died because of eating all the white pins that some evil person had left lying around for them. Chris shrugged, acted as though this was all normal, and insisted it wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t sure what to think.