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Dreaming of birds
Jun. 27th, 2010 11:48 amThis morning, the ravens were calling vigorously back and forth to each other. They live on the cliff that is up the hill, above my house, which I have always meant to take pictures of and never have because it faces northeast, so you'd have to go there in the morning to get a good picture...and we know how well morning and I match.
Ravens calling in the morning yell "hey! hey!", joyfully to each other, and it sneaks into your drowsy state, the vivid early morning dreams. There were jays in an aerial dance in my subconscious, too, reminding me again that, though some dislike them, they are indeed quite beautiful (and blue) and have a number of lovely songs (not just the famous yell of "thief" that is the alarm call), and will imitate hawks' voices for reasons of their own.
There were lots of other things in the mash of images that morning dreams often are, but the birds were prominent.
Ravens calling in the morning yell "hey! hey!", joyfully to each other, and it sneaks into your drowsy state, the vivid early morning dreams. There were jays in an aerial dance in my subconscious, too, reminding me again that, though some dislike them, they are indeed quite beautiful (and blue) and have a number of lovely songs (not just the famous yell of "thief" that is the alarm call), and will imitate hawks' voices for reasons of their own.
There were lots of other things in the mash of images that morning dreams often are, but the birds were prominent.