Dream of the never-ending chicken house

Last nights dream rearranged the back pasture into a marshland. In the center of that stood a ramshackled old chicken house, which I entered. It consisted of shed after shed falling over, but interconnected. As I stumbled through them and over piles of hay I finally found piles of tiny eggs the size of those chocolate foil wrapped ones that you get on Easter. There were also larger eggs with natural paisley designs from a special type of chicken. Unfortunately there was a terrible polluted runoff coming from either my house or a neighbors. It was polluting the marshland with some kind of sludge. I felt terrible but then my dream changed to something different and later I woke up.


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