I know this is going to sound crazy, but I REALLY need to figure this one out.
Well, I was married to Strawberry Shortcake, and we had a kid ( it was a she- smurf) and in the back yard there was a barking duck.(Yes a barking, woof woof, duck) We lived in a gingerbread house. Our neighbors were the marshmello man ( from ghost-busters) and Thelma Daphny and Scooby (no Fred and no Shaggy). One day the duck learned it could fly and it flew away. Well she-smurf got all upset so i went to the pet store and bought Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was in the house for three seconds and then the duck came back. It was all upset over Tinkerbell, so the duck ate her. Then she-smurf got angery at the duck, and turned into the Wicked Wich of the west! She then threw a flying monkey at the duck. The duck flew away and the monkey flew after it. Then there was a house decorating contest, and she-smurf must have been hungery because she ate half the house. We won any ways because they thought it was an artistic point of veiw.
Well now that you have read about the stupidest dream I have ever had, can you help me out?