In which People and Animals are not quite themselves..

Aug 15 2010

In an underground subway I somehow lost Carter who was a large all white cockatiel (in real life Carter is a Senegal).

I remember calling after him. I heard a bird, and followed the sounds to a back area of the station, an area that usually must be barred to patrons.

In the room I discovered cages of birds. The people here were trafficking birds, Carter must have been attracted by them. (Even macaws).

I was incredibly angry, most of the cages were too small and they were all being fed parakeet seed. Rashly I started to open a bunch of the cages and that was when some of the guys came in that were part of the operation (I knew a couple of them, one of them was Dallas from high school). I yelled at them, I swore at them. And when they got near me I kicked and hit them. (Although they were not very happy, they did not hurt me, however they would not let me go).

In part of the dream I have a son, who followed me into the room, though I think I convinced them to let him go. (And he continued to go to school).

I remember writing, “help! I am trapped in such & such a location” and addressing it to my Dad. Not sure how I intended to send it out.

At one point someone like Chris Trembley was across the tracks and he said something unkind to me and I swore at him too. I swore, yelled and fought a lot in the dream; I was very upset about the birds.