It is late, yet I want to record the dreams from this morning.
Hopefully I will remember enough to make some sense.
1.
E.T. again. It has been a while since my last dream about alien invasion. Now, I only remember looking up at the sky and watching these small flying bombs coming down. Somehow Valerie was in the dream. But alas, I have forgotten it all.
2.
Dreamt of butterflies. Monarch butterflies, more precisely.
Black-and-orange butterflies. I was sitting in bed and they seemed to be coming from the closet at first, and I thought they were moths and thought no wonder Eddy’s clothes are full of holes. Some seemed to come from my comforter. There were small ones and big ones. I was a bit scared of them and wished they would fly out the window and leave me alone.
3.
Dreamt a bird came to me and spoke to me. I woke up angry at myself that I did not pay attention to what the bird was saying. Worse, I remember in the dream putting the bird outside the patio doors. The bird had a long beak like a hummingbird’s. He was a shimmering green, I think. He might have been a hummingbird, but I did not recognize that in the dream because he was walking on the floor, not flying and fluttering his wings, the way hummingbirds do. Of course, I do not remember what the words were that he spoke to me.