| | I dreamt there was a rain so sudden, even the birds didn't have a chance to react. When the rain ceased, the bodies of injured and dead birds littered the ground.
My family drove around a church parking lot and collected 8 hurt, but still living birds and brought them home to help them heal.
The birds were so small. They were the size of chicks but in reality, some of those birds would never be that small. There was a blue jay, a house wren, a mocking bird, a chickadee, a bird with mostly grey feathers and a yellow chest, and the rest were somewhat nondescript.
We we all got home, I hurriedly found a shoe box and made a communal nest for them all. I used crumpled up newspaper to line it.
When I looked at the group of birds, they had somehow returned to being eggs.
I put all the ends in the shoe box, surrounding each egg with newspaper to keep them from rolling away, and then I covered the box with a thin cloth, so that if the eggs hatched again, the birds in the box wouldn't suffocate but they wouldn't be able to hop around and make a mess.
I went to sleep in this dream, and when I woke up, the wind was howling and the birds in the shoebox had hatched and were chirping. They were hungry, so I fed them, but for some reason, I couldn't remember what I fed them.
I had to go to class, so I placed the open box in a small room and then left.
When I got home, all the birds were in the box and it was covered with the cloth again. I quickly removed the cloth and saw that all the birds were still alive, but one bird was being trampled by the other birds and bleeding at the bottom of the nest. The other birds were starting to peck at it because they were hungry. That bird looked os miserable, I rushed to the kitchen and tried to find food to feed the hungry- turning cannibal- birds.
I poured all the birds onto the kitchen counter, to get them off the injured bird, and then ran to the fridge and decided to feed them raw ground beef.
When I returned to the counter, my aunt had picked up an unhatched egg that had been in the box and was wiping it with a towel when she suddenly dropped it.
I was expecting to see bird yolk or a half formed egg, but what I saw made my blood run cold.
On the counter, surrounded by it's broken shell, was a whole- albeit miniature- rattlesnake. Since it hadn't had the chance to hatch, the snake was dead, but starring at it's corpse, I couldn't help be terrified at that miniature rattle snake.
It was literally the snake in the birds nest, and if given the chance to hatch, it would have probably killed all of the birds and eventually found a way to bite me before I knew what was happening.
I woke up at that realization. |
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