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weird birds.

A Lot of times my dreams contain vivid memories, that seem so real while I’m still dreaming. I think it’s my mind’s way of setting up the story, without taking up time. Last night I had a dream that I had a distinct childhood memory of a big, colorful, whimsical kind of bird called the Winzoar Pterry Dopfer Dopfer. These Goofy birds would swirl around in the sky like kites, with their long feathers trailing behind; and with no warning: they would plunge straight down without a drop of grace. I’ll draw you a picture one day.