A friend of mine, two nights ago, she had a dream that she found a little dove and it was injured. She picked up the dove and its stomach was soft and she interpreted that to mean that it was either unwell or hungry. She placed it in a little basin of water and thought she’d get some sugar for it for quick energy. She came back and she picked it up and she dropped it. It ran toward the door and got between the door and she got it again. She thought, now I will simply help it. She noticed that the beak was stuck. She got a knife and she tried to pry the beak open. As she did so, it began to bleed…and the whole thing began to bleed. It got bigger and bigger, but the beak turned into a human mouth. It wasn’t the beak of a bird anymore, it became human.329 ¶24