The Dream

I'm holding a baby chicken in my hand. It's very small and white, and surprisingly heavy and dense for its size. It's warm in my hand, and then it craps a blob of whitish-green which gets all over its legs. I'm standing by a stream, and I look down and see birds swimming in the water.

At first, I think they are ducks, but then I realize they are pigeons and doves. I can see their little clawed feet pawing at the water, propelling them down the stream. And there are more pigeons beneath the surface, swimming along as if they do this all the time.

Then I wake up.