I don't remember a lot of my dreams. But I woke up this morning and I was out of bread and juice. So as I was walking to the grocery store I remembered parts of it.
I had a pet bird. It was bright yellow, cute, and fluffy like a little easter chick... (This reminds me when I was in kindergarden and we used to incubate little chickens. It was so exciting when they hatched.) Anyway I kept the little bird in a "cage" that was a slightly larger version of itself.... accept the larger version looked like a pinata (how do you get the ~ over the n?) Anyway I was worried about the little fluffy yellow birdie living in a slightly larger version of itself. My roommate assured me that he was fine.
Truthfully in this dream I was a little frightened by this delicate little bird (in real life I am not at all afraid of birds or little fluffy animals).... My roommate took him out for a bit and then when it was time to put him back in his home.... I some how felt a new courage to befriend him. So i had him jump on my finger and I gently pet him before I put him back in his "slightly larger version of himself cage" which resided on the top shelf of my closet.
And now in rereading about this simple little dream I'm wondering if there's a parallel to my life here. Perhaps I've been afraid to live in a slightly "larger" version of myself... and maybe... just maybe I'm now cozying up to the idea.
I had a pet bird. It was bright yellow, cute, and fluffy like a little easter chick... (This reminds me when I was in kindergarden and we used to incubate little chickens. It was so exciting when they hatched.) Anyway I kept the little bird in a "cage" that was a slightly larger version of itself.... accept the larger version looked like a pinata (how do you get the ~ over the n?) Anyway I was worried about the little fluffy yellow birdie living in a slightly larger version of itself. My roommate assured me that he was fine.
Truthfully in this dream I was a little frightened by this delicate little bird (in real life I am not at all afraid of birds or little fluffy animals).... My roommate took him out for a bit and then when it was time to put him back in his home.... I some how felt a new courage to befriend him. So i had him jump on my finger and I gently pet him before I put him back in his "slightly larger version of himself cage" which resided on the top shelf of my closet.
And now in rereading about this simple little dream I'm wondering if there's a parallel to my life here. Perhaps I've been afraid to live in a slightly "larger" version of myself... and maybe... just maybe I'm now cozying up to the idea.
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