Dreams of Unrest

So I went to sleep after posting my last blog this morning around 5am or whatever... and I had a weird fucking dream...

First off, in this dream, I was some sort of police officer again... but for some reason I was somewhat well known... and in this dream there was a store, and Courtney Cox was there, in a 1980's style workout outfit... and someone else walked by her wearing almost the same thing then she was like "Wow she's been dipped in cotton candy."

(Which I interpret as one person judging another, but the only reason she recognizes it, is because she sees it in herself **but in the dream it was the same outfit that brought the comment**)

Then, I was talking to someone over the police radio, and apparently a bird had attacked a fella, so I went over, and this poor bird was scared shitless and the guy's eye was pretty much gone... automatically I run to see if the bird is ok, but it's wing is broken and when I pick it up, it hides up my sleeve, as if were cold or bothered by the daylight... which btw, the bird reminded me of an owl, a bit... actually, if it were to be a species, I would say it were an owl, but during the course of the dream, the bird morphed from an owl type bird to a canary type bird... so who knows...

anyway, so my partner and the ambulance are taking care of the guy, so I make it my personal mission to take care of this poor little bird. So I am carrying it around, and I see my friend Shawn go into a "pharmacy party" (drug party) and I tried to get him to help me, but he was too busy being self absorbed... plus he was packed to leave on a flight... and apparently everyone there was too...

And so I held out the bird and was like "Look we need to get him to a doctor!" And they all left me standing there with the bird as they left... and so I tried to comfort the bird and told him it would be alright, and it closed its eyes, trusting me and hid back up my sleeve...

And then I went to the police and fire dispatch office, to ask if they could help me... but instead of helping at all, they tried to make a news story out of it all....

and i got so pissed off at one point, because nobody was listening, i repeatedly slapped this one guy across the face over and over and it didn't even phase him.

That poor bird died, while I waited for someone to help me. I woke up with swollen eyes, and my face is completely tear stained, so I know I was crying in my sleep...

Do any of you have an interpretation you would like to share with me?

Even right now, I feel like holding a memorial service for that bird in my dreams. Maybe that bird represents something I am fighting for in real life...

Soaring freedom, maybe? Human rights? Love and equality? Peace?

Please, comment this and tell me what you think. I would really like to see what the collective consciousness thinks about it...

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