Chickens in the living Room and a talking Bird

"I dreamed my living room was full of chickens. Not just a few—there were maybe twenty of them walking around on the carpet, pecking at the couch like that was completely normal. I remember being more annoyed about the mess than confused at first. My dad was there, though he didn't look quite like my dad, and he kept saying we had to get them outside before "the meeting." I never found out what meeting he meant. Every time I tried to herd them toward the door, they'd scatter, and one big white chicken kept ending up on top of the TV stand staring at me. Then I was suddenly in a grocery store parking lot holding two chickens under each arm. People were walking past like nothing was weird. One chicken started talking, just casually, asking if I knew where the car was. I woke up before I could answer, and for a second I genuinely thought there might be feathers on my bed."