Sitting in a box window with glossy white painted framing and astragals all around me. I am eating tinned tuna from a white porcelain bowl. Peripherally there is a dark green and quite flowerless garden to my right in what looks like a stretch of half-finished or neglected villa garden. Behind my right shoulder and in the narrow lateral window opening there is a scuttling sound, then a speckled falcon. I pick a piece of tuna from the bowl and offer it to the bird without looking, almost absently, and it is taken eagerly. It climbs onto my shoulder then down into my lap where I let it eat more fish from the bowl. Its beak is panelled and polished like cloisonné enamel.
R E M A R K S: This was a stretch of much longer/extremely convoluted dream, the rest of which I can't remember. The falcon- there is only one species in NZ and we don't see it here; this bird has no special personal significance or associations as far as I'm aware, although its presence did seem to be indicative or symbolic of something. It was pale-ish and speckled, more like a Saker than a Peregrine. I was pleased by the bird's confiding manner; raptors can be grabby and stroppy in person but this one was just quiet and deliberate. I'm glad I fed it; it seemed the right thing to do. I didn't recognise the house or situation, but I did make a tuna sandwich for my partner the other day. The brain is a very strange place. (pic wikipedia)
R E M A R K S: This was a stretch of much longer/extremely convoluted dream, the rest of which I can't remember. The falcon- there is only one species in NZ and we don't see it here; this bird has no special personal significance or associations as far as I'm aware, although its presence did seem to be indicative or symbolic of something. It was pale-ish and speckled, more like a Saker than a Peregrine. I was pleased by the bird's confiding manner; raptors can be grabby and stroppy in person but this one was just quiet and deliberate. I'm glad I fed it; it seemed the right thing to do. I didn't recognise the house or situation, but I did make a tuna sandwich for my partner the other day. The brain is a very strange place. (pic wikipedia)
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