Last night I had a bundle of weird dreams but surprisingly the one I thought to be the most normal turned out to be the most shocking to me.
I dreamed I was in some kind of place where they keep birds and let them fly free inside a wide open area. Me, my mom and some of her friends were about to leave when we turned around to see rows of bright blue birds staring at us. Then a single black one popped out of the trees and flew onto my finger. I though it was cute until it started to squeeze my finger really hard to the point where I could hardly feel it anymore. We go it off eventually and that was that.
I thought nothing of this dream when I woke up until I was out for a walk and saw the exact same looking bird walk around in the bushes right next to me. It was so close that I wondered if it’s wing was broken and couldn’t fly because if it could I’m sure it would have. I noticed it’s resemblance to the bird in my dream, and I debate whether I should bring it home or not, but I decided to ignore it and just kept walking.
Not even an hour later me and my mom drove by the same route and found it dead. It had most likely walked onto the road and had gotten hit by a passing car.
Now I’m sitting here, wondering if my dream was actually a premonition and if in that dream the bird was asking for help.
I could have saved it’s life.