Dreaming Eagles

I had another weird dream last night. I was on some porch I think with two other people and I have no idea who they were.

We were just sitting there when I saw the eagle. She was so close, I could see the detail of her feathers. I said

“It’s an eagle!”

” Yes it is” someone said with a chuckle.

” I love eagles!”

” I see that”

Then I noticed another eagle..

“Look! There’s another one!”

” Yes, they are a pair ”

Then the female landed right in front of the porch. I had to struggle to contain myself but let’s be honest. …. I was so excited I could have peed my pants! Then the other eagle was coming in for a landing. A baby eagle landed first, badly and with tail feathers in the air. When the male landed he was making a crazy non eagle face. When he was done they scurried off to the side of the porch and we all hit the floor. Then the wind started. It was such a strong wind and it came from that eagle.

Then I heard a loud clap! It was 4:20am and my right palm was on fire again. I think from now on I am going to refer to it as dragon hand. How is that for a crazy dream? I did look it up in Animal Speak but it’s at home.

Now I know I can blog a dream while waiting for the girls ride at the gas station……Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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