Last night I dreamed that once again I was frustrated with the stbx. He was interfering in my life again... trying to "bond" with my friends and draw them away from me... the only people he hasn't attempted to bond with so far. They're the only things I have that are truly my own (ironic, isn't it... my own people). And in the dream, I was mad because he was telling me that this one guy friend of mine was going to some religious camp with him. I was flabbergasted... but as the dream went on, I thought, maybe it's a trick. Maybe he's just telling me this, and it's not true, just trying to get my goat. Besides, I can't see THOSE two together! And my friend wouldn't DO that! I had the feeling that I was naked, and them remembered that no, I was still wearing my pajamas... I could feel them. (so this is where I may have been lucid???) Anyway... I went outside...
There were birds everywhere... all roosting in the low spread branches of these mimosa trees and looking at me peacefully. Some were mostly snowy white, with different colored wings. They were HUGE. Their heads were big like owls and eagles... and I walked around looking, careful not to touch and scare them off... they were gorgeous! I felt special, like these were MY birds as I walked around and they followed me with their eyes. I heard the door slam, and the babies that had been sitting at the edge of the door frame were smashed. They were the color of the ocean, their feathers sparkled like ocean-colored jewels... and they lay there limp, and I didn't think they'd make it. I scooped up one that seemed to be okay and a strange egg thing that was swelling even as I touched it. It wasn't a hard shell egg... it was soft like a balloon, and I was afraid it would burst. I ran back into the house... called to the kids to come outside and see the birds, but yet again, I couldn't get their attention. No one cared.