Dreaming of Birds
One of my few close encounters with birds includes the time when we brought home a parrot. The poor bird was doing well until a jerk of a cousin (an adopted son of an auntie) played with it with a stick, accidentally hitting one of its eyes, damaging it. The poor bird’s health deteriorated after that, until it died. Another close encounter of mine with birds was when we got a pair of lovebirds as pets. The poor sweethearts were doing well, unabashedly doing PDA all the time in front of us, making us envious, until a clumsy nephew damaged the cage, allowing the pair to fly free. Last night, I don’t know why because I wasn’t even thinking of the birds we lost, but I dreamt of birds. I dreamt I was in front of my computer, logged on to my Facebook account, repeatedly changing my cover photo with photos of, yeah, birds—of different species. I looked for its meaning, and they say that dreaming about birds means happiness and succes...