I haven't had any dreams lately, the ones I do have I usually see this old stone bird bath. After the ninth time I decided not to have any dreams for a while.
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O4/30/2014 (Thursday)- Recurring Dreams
There’s an old stone bird bath in my dreams, it’s water clean and clear, and every night when I fly by I always wonder why I see no birds.
I decided on the seventh dream to take a swim. The water cool to my skin, the stone rough to my hands and feet. Still there were no birds to join me.
On the ninth dream I found out why.
Peeking over the stone rim was a large orange tabby smiling, his sharp little fangs glistening.
Full of malice. Full of sin.
Now I know why I don’t dream of birds.