A dream of birds…

Last nights dream: I only remember a bit of it. Birds. I am collecting bird wings. Some whole, some just collections of attached feathers. And live birds too. I

They all come in packaging, like new dolls, but I don’t realise this till later. Some of the birds fly away, and they take some of the wings with them, fly away with the wings in their beaks. I’m a bit perturbed, I don’t mind the birds flying away but – why take the wings? Somehow it feels that they were instrumental in collecting them in the first place. Then a wing drops in my lap. I look up, it’s from a bird I had collected, still in a box, like a doll maybe like a Bratz doll connected to the packaging with clear cable ties. It had really struggled to fly, as it was still in its box, especially to retrieve the wing for me. Personally. It did it out of love for me. I cut it loose from its box, amazed that it had achieved such a feat – it had feathers missing and was a bit bedraggled from the effort. For me. I was worried it would fly loose as it was a small bird and I knew that if it got loose, it would die out in the big wide world of predators. So I imagined how I could put a collar on it to keep it close to me so I could look after it. But then I thought – wouldn’t it choose to stay close without the need for a collar as it had enough agency to choose to get the wing back for me out of devotion, would it not choose to stay in my embrace? It was a little bird, maybe yellow, small red beak I think, plain, but I loved it so much – I hugged it and displayed such love for it. In recognition and reciprocation for its devotion to me.