Dreams

[featherynscale]

Hidden amongst the other funhouse jokes from my subconscious last night (including competing in a swim meet against Eddie Munster, among others), this:

I'm riding in a huge vehicle, a station wagon possibly. I'm in the front passenger seat. I don't know who is driving, but we are moving from a small, unpaved road to a major highway. In the junction between dirt and highway is a dead vulture. The driver proceeds as if to run it over. I scream and punch him in the arm, in a very "don't you dare hit that" sort of manner.

The driver slams on his brakes. The vulture comes back together from its previous squooshedness and picks itself up. The flesh/skin/whatever on its head shimmers like a silk velvet. It looks at me, winks, and flies away.

Comments

[rio-luna.livejournal.com]

one of Ochun's sacred birds is the Vulture. I see trhem when Ochun wants to make sure I know she's around. And she winked at you, tres cool.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah - I don't see them much in The Real World&trade, but I dream about them from time to time, mostly in a "Hey, Look at me!" sort of way. They're starting to become cute.