birdream

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It was a very strange dream. Only portions of it were black and white. Not even sure which. There were maybe twenty little birds flying around in the room. I would hold my hands in front of me and they would land on my finger tips. Some were very odd looking, some were pretty much average sparrows.
I had a parakeet once and it sat on my shoulder one single time. It was a very special moment. We later had a gray parrot. My found it in the backyard of our building. The bird was so loud, it was not surprising that it had been allowed to escape. It only produced this one single sound. The sound was as if somebody had collected the shreek of breaking subway trains for a few days and then channeled it through this little gray bird. I am not sure what happened to this one.
I had many canary birds in Poland. I thought that they were cute pets at first, but it turns out that my parents used them to monitor the gas levels in our apartment. This is what canaries were used in coal mines, and since my worked in one, this might have given him the idea.
There was a time when the birds would die on a regular basis. We would then leave the windows open and I would be shipped to my grandmother?s for a few days. Oddly enough, my grandmother lived in one of the dirtiest cities of Europe. I guess it was still better than gas.
The dream was beautiful. It was a beautiful simple dream. Many little birds starting and landing on almost all of my fingertips. Wonderful.

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it was a very happy dream.
: )
(almost orange)

oh man. you are just the best, really. i love your writing.

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