Dream Log: Signs and Portents

[mishalak]

Sleeping at my parents house last night I dreamed that I went out the window from which the glass was absent. There was a bush there and a raven was attacking another. The raven's breast was pierced by the others sharp beak and I thought that very odd. And they seem now, in retrospect, to have had the wrong bills for ravens though it was clear enough that is what they were at the time. Others soon joined in the attack killing the unfortunate bird and then they began to feed. I did not stay to watch the denouement of the play, for though interesting and portentous it was also unpleasant to watch. Going back through the window I found there was narrow way to the left side of the frame. It opened on a great deep hollow, terraced and landscaped. There was a flame there on the uppermost terrace hidden among the shrubs and it was meant to start a burn of dead wood. If I lived in another age I would take this as meaning something deep and important. Or perhaps that I had noticed something yesterday that seemed off.