Last night, I had a very strange dream. I was in a wrestling ring with Roman Reigns. The audience cheered for Roman, but a group of ducks sat on my side and quacked loudly to support me.

In the middle of the match, a duck ran into the ring. They pecked Roman’s legs and helped me attack him. Roman got angry. He picked up a steel chair and waved it at the ducks. The ducks jumped back to their seats quickly.

Then Roman and I decided to fight next to the judge’s desk. I took a deep breath and hit him with a DDT—once, twice! Roman fell to the ground and couldn’t get up. I won!

The ducks quacked happily, and I woke up with a big smile.