Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Crazy bird dreams!

Well, I may not have gone birding lately, but the birds are still with me. Last night, I had a crazy dream in which birds were a big player:

I dreamed I was in Manhattan, and I was sitting in a little cafe. I looked up and saw, on the outer wall of the cafe, a big white cockatoo. I walked outside and somehow managed to get the cockatoo to perch on my arm. Once I did that, I suddenly realized that the bird belonged to Judy Garland, and I had to get it back to her!

Somehow I knew the general whereabouts of Judy Garland's apartment building, so I walked over there. On the way, I recruited someone to help me--a woman, someone I don't know. She was tall and blonde, though, so maybe it was just a weird version of Kat. Anyway, we went into the building and discovered we were in the lobby of a huge old-time theatre, complete with concession stands, girls in Moulin-Rouge-type outfits swinging on giant swings suspended from the ceiling, and huge staircases. We negotiated our way through this hubbub and went upstairs.

We wandered all over the place for the next few minutes of my dream, which seemed like hours in the dream. We were inside hallways, outside in parking lots, looking through hotel rooms--you name it. FINALLY, someone helped us: a huge Mafia-type guy who was getting a massage in a big room with a pool in it. He told us where to go, and we found Judy Garland!

Only when we found Judy, the bird turned into a bald eagle! Somehow it didn't claw the flesh off my arm, and I was able to hand her the raptor. After just a little prodding, she sang the chorus of "Swannee" for us right there in her doorway, and then we were off. Then I woke up.

13 comments:

Patrick B. said...

Lay off the shrooms. On the first night on a trip to Costa Rica, I had a dream that a Ferruginous Pygmy Owl was singing outside my window. Then, I woke up and one was really calling!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

The dream means you hate your mother for potty training you so young. Or maybe not.

KGMom said...

OK, Delia--I think your cold has gone to your head.
Dr. Freud would be proud of you.

Lynne at Hasty Brook said...

Do you have a fever?

I'd back off on the Nyquil if I were you. Or at least aske Judy to sing "Smile."

Susan Gets Native said...

Lay off the shrooms....LOL!

I think that dream is rather telling. Do you agree?

Tina said...

Judy garland? i could understand if you were dreaming about flying monkeys...cool that it turned into a bald eagle...happy valley is starting to get to you..

RG said...

WoW! What is the flu-meds you are on??

That is a pretty dramatic dream. It probably is descending from your long with-held desire to be a peacemaker. You know .. a white bird, Eagle, Over the Rainbow ....

or on the other hand, what did you have for dinner?

Matthew Hubbard said...

Damn! Whenever I have a Judy Garland dream, I always wake up before she breaks into a number.

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Anonymous said...

Now that's a wild dream!

Anonymous said...

That was some dream you had.

dguzman said...

Patrick--hee hee!

Dr. M--but I love my mommy!

KGMom--that might be it.

Lynne--oh man, I love that song!

Susan--sure, but what exactly is it TELLING me????? I'm afraid to know!

Tina--crazy, huh?

Rabbits' Guy--it might've been that veggie chili....

MattyBoy--dangit! You've got to stay asleep a little longer.

DCup--my subconscious scares me sometimes.

Abraham Lincoln--welcome to the bloggy, O Captain My Captain! Your photos are spectacular! Glad to add you to my regular birdy blog rounds.

J. "Kyron" Hanson said...

Ms. Guzman,

I started a blog a few months ago that features the dreams I have about birds and birding ("Dreambirding"). I'd be honored if I could include you this post on my blog... with full credit to you of course. BTW: Welcome to the wonderful world of birding. Great thing about birding is that it only get's better.