I dreamed last night that I’d been somewhere not very important when I’d watched a white crow fly into some glass nearby, hurting itself. Being the bird-lover I am, I ran over to help. I threw a blanket on the thing, and carried it back to my room (maybe I was in a hotel?). It came out unhurt and just fine, and course, totally tame. 🙂 I pet and loved on it for a little while, but then it was time to go home. I had to cram the crow into my suitcase (duh?) and then take a sky lift to my plane. I dropped the suitcase (crow inside) more than once, but finally managed to get on the plane. After a long flight back, I opened up the suitcase for the poor crow and gave him some cake (yeah, because crows who ride in suitcases always want cake).