Quack for a dollar

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

I am writing because it was the right time. This is the 3rd straight night I saw the same duck in my dream. I am confused, I wanted to find out what it meant seeing ducks all the time. Just last night I saw a duck that was white with a yellow beak. I named the duck, I don’t know why I named it but maybe my dreams will be more apprehensible if I name the duck. Langer the duck kept on jumping a white fence and running around in this Victorian style farm house. I have never been to a farm house nor did I ever touch a duck in my life; the avian flu scares me. This white duck constantly keeps on reappearing in my dream. I’m not scared of the duck, but it keeps on reappearing. It must mean something, should I go to a farm house or try to find this duck somewhere?

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

I had this dream about my past, I was running around a lake; I saw this girl duck that always flew by the lake around Corona Park. I nicknamed that duck Ophelia. The duck was coated with orange fur with white spots in the middle of her belly and left eye. She was very friendly, and every time my father would quack at me, I would find the duck around the same spot. Even if I hadn’t seen her for days, the next time I would see her, she still remembered me. Ophelia always walked around the lake eating something off the ground. I always would bring some bread to give to her. I like feeding that duck; it was relaxing. That vexing quack, quack, quack was arithmetically hypnotizing my mind.

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

I think the ducks around the lake in Corona are trying to tell me something. I cannot get any sleep at night. I could hardly focus on anything. Maybe the ducks are telling me that it is better to fly and wander around for nothing. Just last week, I had this dream about not getting accepted to a Quacktacular University. I had this dream about being 30 without a degree and just lying on the street corner begging for money or food. Whenever someone would pass by I would say “Quack for a dollar” “Quack for a dollar”. Sometimes I just want to sleep. Sleeping makes me feel so good. I want to sleep like the ducks in the lake, just floating and closing their eyes effortlessly. I don’t have to worry about taking care of a kingdom, revenge, working, thinking, aspiring. For however long I sleep at night, my mind is at rest. I don’t have to dream about anything; just a blank space in my head. Just last week, I slept at 11pm on Saturday and I woke up at 5 pm in the afternoon. Once I woke, up my anxieties began to take over me. This ghost kept on Quacking in my ears; quack this and quack that.

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub

I saw my dad the other day on the street. I began to wonder what he was doing. He never liked just walking around without quacking about some misfortune. He hated the hustle and bustle of the common quacks, the common quacks were insignificant to him. We ran into each other, I didn’t say hi nor did he say anything back to me, all he kept on saying was Quack this and you must do this Quack for your father. I began to wonder if he is healthy. Is anything wrong with him? Then I just said who the fuck cares about old man Quackers. When did you guys become strangers? I think it was right after my mother died. I moved to the City to find a stable education about how to run a Quack empire. My father stayed at home and he got quacked by his brother…