"Another?" you might respond. Well, yes. They occur, I just don't write them down. Through I really should. "Should" like one "should" build a case for their future insanity plea. Sometimes I text them, but I don't know if that'll hold up in court.
Setting: My apartment
Time: Night, after say...0300
Scenario: Stormy
Dream: Woke up within the dream, with the feeling that my home wasn't right... So naturally I start prowling it, in the dark, until I make my way to the study. A flash of lightning at this point reveals an large avian shadow on the wall, which, of course, is moving closer. Turns out a pigeon (that tried to pose as a crow for misguided intimidation reasons: think "Mushu") broke into my apartment during some godawful dark hour. I vaguely recall him making demands - in pigeon, not English, but this, being a dream, didn't stop me from understanding him. IIRC, I believe he was after a drink, a glass of water or milk... I do remember him being quite huffy when he realized he wasn't pulling off "giant crow".
Oh, also it should be noted he was master of storms. Yeah, that's a thing. Bright enough to control the weather - straight up showing off even, conducting lightning with his wings - but the concept of glass doors still eluded him when he tried to leave. Which was both sad yet satisfactory as he was kind of a d-bag.
God, I hate birds.
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