the bird in my dream landed on my shoulder to ask me about my son, What is Sebastian up to these days? He is outside somewhere; you will probably see him up by the barn.
And with that the green-yellow bird flew off.
I guess I was up near the barn or coming back from it: you know in dreams how confusing place can be. you never know where you are. you are merely in the brain fluid.
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