What, doesn't everybody dream about ducks?

It all began with was ostensibly a super bowl party, with my grandma, grandpa, paternal cousins and their spouses (although interestingly enough, not their children). My cousin Natalie brought a cake that was a sinking Titanic, which was the homemade version of the cake I saw on Ace of Cakes. It looked something like this. (I couldn't find a picture of Duff's version.) I thought it was a strange idea for a super bowl party, but then we never had the intention of actually watching a football game. It was at my grandparent's house (which, naturally, looked nothing like their real house) and my initial concern was that there was only one bathroom. Then Katie and Julia were there randomly and we were hanging out and having a great time, like in the "old days". I told Katie about the chest pains I was having yesterday so she could diagnose me. (Julia and I have already ruled out heart attack and pleurisy.) Then I went to get some food and got a mini-bagel topped w/ butter or maybe cream cheese and granola. It was so delicious that Katie wanted to try one but there weren't any left. Then I gathered some more various goodies: muffins, cookies, etc... and then became alarmed because there weren't very many left (Not that I had eaten that many, there just weren't enough to begin with.) and would certainly not be enough to feed so many people all day long.

Yes, the rest of the dream is as mundane and boring. Feel free to stop reading now.

Then, the dream shifted. It didn't really change, because I'm pretty sure it was a continuation. The party was over and Katie, Julia and I were being driven home by my dad. Julia and I both had to do our take-home chem 170 exam (which I had to do today, apparently Julia was also in the class) and the first part involved making at least 12 ducks to represent different chemical properties. Julia decided to draw her ducks, but I decided to make plaster duck statues. I made one whole duck, about a foot tall, and hadn't even painted it and Julia was almost finished with her ducks. Katie didn't have to take the test, she was holding on to my first duck. Let me stress, this is still taking place in a moving motor vehicle. Then my duck's feet and head fell off and I realized I needed to start on the written part and that there was no way I would be able to make 12 ducks with the time and materials I had. Plus, I only had one idea about how a duck could be used: it was going to be "duck a la mode" and be a duck sitting in an ice cream bowl w/ ice cream melting on top of its head. Don't ask me how that was supposed to have anything to do with chemistry. So I go to the written part and the multiple choice questions are all stuff I remember from the notes, but I can't remember the exact answer which, as I am sure you know, is extremely stressful. When I get to the matching (matching energy innovations with their inventors, Volta, Watts, Fermi, etc...) I know the answers but before I can write them my backpack and another bag fall out of the truck. I tell my dad what has happened but he doesn't want to stop until I add that the second bag belonged to my mom. Only then is he willing to go back and retrieve them. The end.