Why I Woke Up at 7:30 am This Morning
Last night I dreamt that I'd found a collapseable wicker bird cage; it was a tiny thing, but still bought two birds to put in it, a yellow one and a greenish black one. To transport them home, I ended up wrapping them in brown paper towels, stuffing them into these clear plastic envelopes, and then putting them in a blue plastic bag. Obviously this is a horribly cruel way to treat animals, but that didn't occur to me in my dream.
At home I opened the wicker cage, unwrapped the birds, and put them into the cage. All the while my hands were being pecked by these birds because they were really angry, especially the black one. After some struggles, I got the two birds into the cage, only to find that they'd turned into spiders, one yellow and one shiny-green-black. I woke up brushing off my arm as the black one crawled down my wrist.
Creepy. As usual, I wonder what it means...
At home I opened the wicker cage, unwrapped the birds, and put them into the cage. All the while my hands were being pecked by these birds because they were really angry, especially the black one. After some struggles, I got the two birds into the cage, only to find that they'd turned into spiders, one yellow and one shiny-green-black. I woke up brushing off my arm as the black one crawled down my wrist.
Creepy. As usual, I wonder what it means...