The Egg

I had a very bizarre dream last night. I was in my driveway. It was hot outside and I saw a tiny egg almost the size of a robin's egg. I picked it up and it was broken, hollow. I turned it over to set it back down and yellow yolk started dripping out. I grimaced and then a body started slinking out of the cracked shell. The body was almost boneless, like newborns seem to be. It was a baby duck, and much larger than the actual egg that I was holding. It was covered in yolk and couldn't breath or open it's eyes. I remember thinking, "well shit". I cracked open the now, much larger egg, so that it was more like a bowl. I scooped the baby duck inside of it and carried it to the sink in my kitchen where I gently ran warm water over it and washed it off. I kept telling myself it was probably dead or if not it was going to die very soon. The body was warm and lo and behold it opened it's eyes. Then I thought... "What the hell does a baby duck eat?!?"
There is something wrong with me. Not because of my dream.