Last night I dreamed of endless birds being born in our house. We have birds in our attic and they are loud outside the windows. They also poo all over my car. And toss out little tufts of insulation. However, I'm usually inclined to think that when life appropriates your space, it's just a little bit of reality. I draw the line where any animal would draw the line at things invading its nest: things that threaten my food (ants), hygiene (mouse droppings), or shelter (termites). So, these birds haven't been onything more than a nuissance, really.

But last night I dreamed that they were multiplying endlessly and holes in the vents were allowing them to infest the house. I also dreamed of a cross between an oropendula and a chestnut creeper that I was calling with in conversation. It was beautiful. Oh, I just remembered that this bird looked like a few of the fancy pigeons I was surfing about last night. And the birds were all up in my audio waves in bed. So, that probably fed the dream.

Either way, the attic may have crossed into the realm of nest territory. As in MINE.