Do you dream?
Do you dream vivid dreams that seem so real that you're still caught up in them when you wake up?
Last night I dreamed that we had a little flowerpot hanging on the outside of our balcony rail. Two baby birds were in it, and wait though I might, no mother bird appeared to take care of them. The two baby birds cried piteously for their mother and for food, but no one came. Finally, as one baby moved around looking for mum, he toppled out of the flower pot to his dismal end.
Worried that the remaining baby would find a similar fate, I took him inside the house. My mother fed him, he looked good and content, and I decided to do some tidying up in the container that I had put him in. As all dreams go, things don't necessarily make sense, but somehow in moving things around, I lost track of where he was and accidently squished him with a heavy binder. The remainder of the dream involved me weeping over my tragic mistake. Oh, and watching fantastic beasts (like Griffins!) fighting outside in my garden. I went to grab my camera to take some photos, but my brother had removed the batteries to power some other device of his. The fantastic beasts took their fight elsewhere, and I woke with a terrible sense of loss and regret.
Do you dream vivid dreams that seem so real that you're still caught up in them when you wake up?
Last night I dreamed that we had a little flowerpot hanging on the outside of our balcony rail. Two baby birds were in it, and wait though I might, no mother bird appeared to take care of them. The two baby birds cried piteously for their mother and for food, but no one came. Finally, as one baby moved around looking for mum, he toppled out of the flower pot to his dismal end.
Worried that the remaining baby would find a similar fate, I took him inside the house. My mother fed him, he looked good and content, and I decided to do some tidying up in the container that I had put him in. As all dreams go, things don't necessarily make sense, but somehow in moving things around, I lost track of where he was and accidently squished him with a heavy binder. The remainder of the dream involved me weeping over my tragic mistake. Oh, and watching fantastic beasts (like Griffins!) fighting outside in my garden. I went to grab my camera to take some photos, but my brother had removed the batteries to power some other device of his. The fantastic beasts took their fight elsewhere, and I woke with a terrible sense of loss and regret.
