I Had A Dream About an Albino Owl – Dissect That

…the dream, not an owl.

I had a dream. Friday night. Like you needed to know when. I am actually thankful for the dream, I was having a hard time coming up with something to write about.

I don’t dream often. Or if I do, I don’t remember them. I don’t remember much in general. I suppose that’s another blog post for another day.

What? Where?

Oh yeah. Dream…

There was a bird. Flying, as birds are wont to do. I looked up at the bird (species unknown at this point) and day-dreamed, “I wish that bird would come down to me and just sit (stand – whatever it is a bird does…) here at this picnic table with me. How cool would it be if the bird just flew down here and chilled with me.”

Yes, “chill with me.” That is all my dream-mind could muster. I know. I irritate myself as well.

My dream’s day-dream continued, “It would be so neat-o-rific… so cool if the bird just flew on down and only wanted to spend time with ME… and everybody would think I have special powers.” You see, in this dream… this particular bird was NOT a fan of humans. So it would be pretty incredible if this particular type of bird made any human contact… outside of flying over a picnic table andwhathaveyou.

And like God provided manna for the Israelites, the bird came to me, because I WAS special. All the humans were AMAZED and spoke of how special I must be…to be trusted by such an anti-human bird!

I’m not kidding. REAL DREAM. It is so difficult to be me on so many levels. My mind is a wasteland of confusion… influenced by uncommon levels of glitter, caffeine, chocolate, hormone imbalance, and…

*oooh, shiny!*

Suddenly, the bird whose species was formerly unidentifiable was suddenly one of these owls:

But not these, to be clear:

Because in all reality, cake owls would have made more sense.

Clearly. *rubs eyes*

Yadda, yadda, yadda… blah, blah, blah… Everyone (in my dream) thought I was either a shaman or a bird-whisperer-person or Awesome or some level of incredible beyond any hope they’d ever have.

All because some fuzzy albino owl and I shared eskimo kisses.

Whut the whut?

ES. KI. MO. KISSES.

Am I FOUR?

Am I crying out for HELP?

I freak myself out.

The casual observer *might* think I dreamed what I did because I have a strange sort of obsession with acceptance and being considered #1. Aweomse of Awesomes. Cream of the Crop. Pick of the Litter. Top of the Stack. Famous.

Queen of Birds.

?

You know what I think? I minored in Psych in college, so I pretty much have the skilzz to figure out my own psychosis. I just don’t tend to “go there” often. I feel my insanity, strangely… works for me. I try not to interfere too often.

But today I will. Because I need to help you believe I am not as obsessed with being loved/adored/worshipped by everyone… as this dream may indicate.

Really.

*cough cough*

Some of you may or may not know I write titles and captions for Babies Making Faces. It is there I get to stir my brain for cute titles and commentary. It is there I come across some pretty interesting… comments.

I think my dream had to do with this picture:

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There has been some lively conversation going on over there regarding this picture. I had no idea the comments would affect me so. It has me wondering if “Baby Jenny” is a little jealous of this baby. I think “Baby Jenny” wishes she had had a close animal pal… and her inner self created a play-date of sorts.

With an albino owl.

And maybe “Baby Jenny” is simply jealous of this baby… His/her (he/she is wearing yellow, so… *rolls eyes*… I totally would have been wearing pink and glitter, but that’s Me *take THAT Shaman baby…)…

I digress. Maybe “Baby Jenny” is jealous of this baby’s powers of *woo*… and wishes she was so cute she could woo creatures great and small. Animal and mineral. Human and Marsian.

I don’t think this makes me feel any better.

Yeah. No.

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