Wednesday, November 13, 2013
[Dreamland] Me and an owl in a dream.
One of my dreams last night was of an owl. I was walking through a park, most likely Stanley Park, and I saw movement in the brush under an oak tree. I saw it was an owl. Just what an owl was doing on the ground is anyone's guess, but I decided to take a picture of him. So, I sat on the ground and he meandered over.
Even in a dream I knew this was very un-owl-like behaviour. (It's my blog, I can make up words if I want.) This owl waddled over to me, turned and with his face back towards the tree, huddled up against my leg where I was sitting crosslegged on the ground. I remember thinking "First it's wild rabbits, now it's wild owls." (Scout's rescue of me from rabbit-free life was similar. Silly me thinking she was a wild rabbit!) He sat there so long I called in a conservation officer to come get this owl. I told the owl (who I was calling 'Bert') that no matter what kind of sad eyes he gave me, I wasn't feeding my gerbil to him.
I ended up riding in the bed of a pick-up with this owl because he didn't want me to leave him alone. I thought about why an owl would be so attached to a human, and came to the conclusion that some jerk had bonded with him and ditched him in the woods thinking he'd survive just fine. (Animals learn how to be an animal in their childhood and youth, if no one teaches them, they have no clue as adults.)
The dream ended with me handed over the owl to an owl specialist at a conservation place. I remember telling the story of Boo Boo and Octavia, the two owls at 8 Squadron where my Dad had been stationed in Scotland.
Even in my dreams animals think I'm a giant sucker who'll take care of them! Probably doesn't help that they're right.