Here we go.
Yes, the weird dreams have started again. That's how I know I'm sick. When I'm fine, I don't dream at all - at least not about something so outlandish that I remember it when I wake up.
I can blow my nose until my ears pop, and I do, and they'll be clear for a second or two until my snot glands fill the void once more.
My bird hates the sound of me blowing my nose. I think he assumes it's a very large and very hungry bird. Either that or he's come to associate the noise with me and subsequently with food/attention/fun. At the moment, he's screaming and yelling - I can hear him from downstairs, so I guess he can hear me. Excellent. I have accomplished the "Become a Fog Horn" life goal. Cross that off the list.
I was in some sort of Home Depot-like-establishment in part of my dream, except there was a wall of bird cages in the store. I was working there and I was petting all the birds... one of them was Charlie, of course. In real life right now, Charlie is molting, so he has the little feather casings poking out all over his head where his beak can't reach (like the ones on this bird's cheek, except Charlie has a thousand of them). So in the dream, he still had them and he stuck his head through the bars when he saw me and let me scratch his head because they itch like hell. Anyhoo, then more weird started happening. We had a birdcage with what looked like a pigeon, but she had a human-looking head and arms along with wings [I think. Actually, I don't remember if they even had wings.] And she had four babies, who were all half-bird, half-little girl and they all had stubby pigtails, similar to Boo from Monsters Inc. And they could talk.And then my coworkers came around and, starting from the other end of the cages, said they were going to start "cutting", which I suppose means cutting their wings. And for some reason, I absolutely could not let this happen to the people-birds. So to save them, I told them to hide and burrow into the cedar chips on the bottom of their cage. Then, I put a framed picture of some boy and girl teenie-bopper band in front of them, which I apparently had on hand and which was apparently supposed to be the chicks all grown up, except they weren't half bird and there were two guys in the picture and only three girls... I donno. All this stuff was understood in the dream. Anyway, then one of the guys, who were all whooping and howling, because clipping wings is so exciting I guess, came running by me and said, "Don't worry. They have tits. [meaning in the teenie-bopper picture]. No one will notice." And then he flounced back to his friends at the other end of the aisle. And then, satisfied, I went to go help a customer who wanted to buy all sorts of hardware... I'm pretty sure it was Jason Statham and he was purchasing d.i.y bomb parts.
And then I woke up. I can't remember the stuff that came before all this.
I can blow my nose until my ears pop, and I do, and they'll be clear for a second or two until my snot glands fill the void once more.
My bird hates the sound of me blowing my nose. I think he assumes it's a very large and very hungry bird. Either that or he's come to associate the noise with me and subsequently with food/attention/fun. At the moment, he's screaming and yelling - I can hear him from downstairs, so I guess he can hear me. Excellent. I have accomplished the "Become a Fog Horn" life goal. Cross that off the list.
I was in some sort of Home Depot-like-establishment in part of my dream, except there was a wall of bird cages in the store. I was working there and I was petting all the birds... one of them was Charlie, of course. In real life right now, Charlie is molting, so he has the little feather casings poking out all over his head where his beak can't reach (like the ones on this bird's cheek, except Charlie has a thousand of them). So in the dream, he still had them and he stuck his head through the bars when he saw me and let me scratch his head because they itch like hell. Anyhoo, then more weird started happening. We had a birdcage with what looked like a pigeon, but she had a human-looking head and arms along with wings [I think. Actually, I don't remember if they even had wings.] And she had four babies, who were all half-bird, half-little girl and they all had stubby pigtails, similar to Boo from Monsters Inc. And they could talk.And then my coworkers came around and, starting from the other end of the cages, said they were going to start "cutting", which I suppose means cutting their wings. And for some reason, I absolutely could not let this happen to the people-birds. So to save them, I told them to hide and burrow into the cedar chips on the bottom of their cage. Then, I put a framed picture of some boy and girl teenie-bopper band in front of them, which I apparently had on hand and which was apparently supposed to be the chicks all grown up, except they weren't half bird and there were two guys in the picture and only three girls... I donno. All this stuff was understood in the dream. Anyway, then one of the guys, who were all whooping and howling, because clipping wings is so exciting I guess, came running by me and said, "Don't worry. They have tits. [meaning in the teenie-bopper picture]. No one will notice." And then he flounced back to his friends at the other end of the aisle. And then, satisfied, I went to go help a customer who wanted to buy all sorts of hardware... I'm pretty sure it was Jason Statham and he was purchasing d.i.y bomb parts.
And then I woke up. I can't remember the stuff that came before all this.