In one of my dreams last night, I turned into a sparrow. When I looked at myself, I looked like myself, same size, same shape. I spoke, and I heard my own voice. But everyone else saw a sparrow, heard a chirping bird. But they knew it was me, or at least one person did. A friend held me, and promised to keep holding me until I turned back to my real shape. My real self. I felt deeply sad, but I also felt loved. I was still known. I was safe.
It was like a fable, but I'm not sure what the moral was.
Posted by thevieve at March 27, 2007 7:20 AM