Imagine you're a Florida Scrub Jay soaring in the sky, but, as you're flying, even though you think you're awake, your vision goes blurry like the real you is waking up. Then you are the master of the bird, and the bird follows you like a dog and loves you. You live in a penthouse that you moved to about a week ago, and there's a mean neighbor at the top of the penthouses that doesn't know about your bird. The bird's name is Flavian, and he responds to your every call, but he flew away to the top of the penthouse, and you had to retrieve him. When you go up there, your neighbor, who's name happened to be Karen in the dream, lets you up to look for him, but after you find him, she's shocked you have a pet bird and won't let you leave until you release him because that's animal cruelty and against the law to own. Keep in mind her penthouse smells like a zoo, and about 20 empty water bowls. You retort that you've been given permission by the government to own this bird, because he was too attached when they tried to take him away from you after you found him injured and dying. Eventually she called the police, who confirmed your statement, and gave her a fine for holding you captive against your will.
You and Flavian live happily ever after and are never bothered by her again.

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My weird dreams.
KurzgeschichtenThis is a book about my weird dreams. Please enjoy any crazies, and I'm sorry that I don't post regularily.