Last night I had a weird dream that I was standing in my back yard.  It was fall, all the leaves had fallen, so the ground was covered in shades of orange, yellow and red.  There were black birds perched in each of the four, bare trees in the yard. Small and big black birds, and they were chatting with each other.  In the dream, I only heard snippets of what they were saying, but it was all advice on what to do with my life.  Some birds said positive things, others told me to give up now and start over while I still can.  I don’t remember the specifics, but I wish I could.  It was so clear in the dream though, I remember feeling so torn and hopeless.  I woke up feeling so discouraged and bitter.  I’m so angry that I can’t recall what the birds said to make my head spin.

This post sounds pretty silly.  Dreams about talking birds, hating on my life.

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