back when i really did have my Dreaming, the birds used to come to me regularly. i’m writing this dream piece (forgoing the extremely long and detailed full length version which is less magical) from tonight because it includes signs maybe i’m regaining something…
i was in a car with my mom being driven to a small stream. i already knew it crossed the main road and that there’d been a lot of rain, but i was so surprised when i saw the extent of the washout that i gasped and found myself pressed up against the dash without having moved, as if my shock teleported me there.
i demanded the car stop and i rushed out to a hole i saw at the edge of the tan colored mud. down in the hole, which was about the size of a man’s shoe but deep, was a bird. he reminded me of a woodcock but with a beak half the size (so a longer one, not like regular yard birds). he was struggling to fly out of the hole but it was too high to jump and the rim too constrictive to allow his wings to open. i reached in and together (the bird and i) we got him out.
he didn’t fly away as i’d expected. he sat with me. at first he was pecking my hand like crazy and my mom said not to let them learn to do that or they’d be naughty forever. i wasn’t planning on Keeping him. he was wild.
on my palm, at the rise under my little finger, were three or four blisters he’s raised with the pecking, one blackening.
i took my thumb and forefinger and made a very gentle pinching gesture, running them down the length of his beak. and he didn’t bite at me again. in fact, he seemed to love me, jumping up and walking all over me, sitting on my shoulders and in my hands.
i asked my brother to take his picture. he was perched proudly up behind my neck and i was laughing at his antics. my brother had the good digital camera but i knew somehow his photos weren’t going to come out. i let it go, not holding onto needing to save the moment.
i looked up and to my right and where in reality and before in the dream are houses, now stood a low cliffside. on the ridge of rocks, below a small overhang, there sat five birds watching us. two were yellow with black wings, two were yellow with dark green wings, and (ok, it doesn’t add up but this is what my brain says) two with parrot coloring red/green/yellow. they were medium sized birds that looked like oversize finches.
as i watched them, someone said Look UP!!! it may have been me. as i turned my head, vertigo set in and i grasped at the car and the branches i was sitting on. the sky was filled with these birds, the first waves of hundreds and thousands, all moving south. and i wasn’t surprised, i knew they were coming and how many more were behind them.
also in the dream i had a turtle encounter. i’d refused to enter a little creek because it would disturb a great old turtle i saw inside that no one else saw (they wouldn’t look no matter how i begged). there were other large turtles in the water who were fast and powerful swimmers and seemed aggressive.
oh. almost forgot. later in the dream i was about to go to bed in my regular bedroom at “awake time home” and i was about to get really grossed out because i remembered this bird had been all over me and my clothing and i hadn’t washed and i prolly had bird lice or god only knows. then i realised that had been a dream (not realising this was one too) and i thought *whew!* and lay down and went to sleep.