I had a nightmare about birds that made me late for work. It happened during one of those ‘turn-off-your-alarm-accidently-fall-back-asleep’ numbers. I was back at my childhood home walking down the street at dawn, and the birds were waking up to do their dawn thing, but they were monsters–like even more so than they are irl. There was a pissed off shoebill, and this cedar waxwing that looked like a tim burton character, and a hateful looking mockingbird that I knew wanted to kill me. I kept walking down the street, and it got brighter and brighter as the sun came up, and I was terrified because the birds were calling above me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they tried to kill me and there would be nothing I could do about it because I was exposed and outnumbered.
