skywaterblue

Yesterday I dreamt that Senator Claire McCaskill and I were sitting and having a discussion about the Beastie Boys. A clear a sign as any I've been on Twitter too much.

After that, came a dream about eagles. Well, I was watching from the window of our kitchen as a big bird fell from the sky and into our murky gross pool. OH NO, I dream said, that bird is going to die! My mother said, So what, lots of birds die in the pool. And I said: But that was like a hawk or something all the others were ducks. I have to save it!

So I jumped into the scummy pool pond and felt around for the body because sight alone would not help me find the bird-of-prey. I pulled out dead duck after dead duck, and began to frantically despair I wouldn't get to the bird in time to revive it. Until finally, I did find it, and wiped the scum off to see all those white feathers. I was shocked to see an eagle, but then I wiped off his beak and cleaned it out, and gave it beak-to-mouth and it startled me by becoming alive again. Hurrah!

My mother and I looked at each other and were like, well now what the fuck do we do? I wrapped him up in a towel but forgot that eagles have really powerful beaks so it kept snapping off bits of my finger...

...and that's when I woke up.