i had a horrible dream a while back. i was in the backyard of my parents’ house in plano, before the pool was built. i found a baby food jar in the grass in the backyard — it was doc’s. inside it he kept some water and three tiny, 1/4″ long, fuzzy yellow baby ducks, that were his pets. they were tiny but would grow larger over time. i found the jar and it had been in the grass in the backyard, in the sun, for several days. when i found them and picked up the jar, the ducks turned immediately into black goo and disintegrated in the water. i was mortified that he’d forgotten about them. if i was going to interpret this dream, i would say that i was working through my own fear of forgetting to care for something that’s been put in my charge, and having it die. who knows why, in my dream, i projected it onto doc.