The last dream from last night. I’m on a college campus wandering around aimlessly. Eventually I make my way towards a supermarket or mall. Inside my wanderings become a little more focused,
I spy a large bird about the size of a turkey hovering over a pyramid of melons. She has astonishing plumage, orange-brown feathers on the main part of her body, a black line going down her back, and around the tail are violet feathers. Despite her size, she floats like a hummingbird. The bird appears to be very exhausted, but folks have gathered around to admire her. My first conscious thought in the dream was, “I wish I had my phone so I could use the Merlin app to identify this bird.”
Reckon she finds an opportunity to get away. Later I discover she’s hiding behind a large sign. Below are a group of three jocks/chads straight out of central casting from an eighties teen movie. They’re yucking it up wearing pastel polo shirts and jeans, jumping to grab the bird’s long feathers. Underneath the purple tail plumage, there were turquoise feathers which caught their attention.
Rather than say something and be ignored, I grabbed the biggest and blondest jock, put him in a headlock, and shouted for someone to give me their smartphone so I could call 911. Jock kept going on about how I can’t do this and they’re just having fun, but I mentioned the Migratory Bird Treaty Act and how their shenanigans are a felony before shoving my fist into his mouth to shut him up. The guy blacks out.
Eventually I find a phone, begin the call, but it only goes in fits and spurts. I can’t keep a signal or 911 operators are hanging up on me.
That’s when Lilah loudly cried out, followed by Pete causing mischief to upset the other cats therefore waking me.