shanmonster | The Dream

I'm sitting in my chair when movement outside my window makes me look. It's a large turkey vulture, floating on the air currents, wings spread wide. It seems to hover right outside my window, which I find thrilling, because it means I can study the bird at leisure. It suddenly veers toward the building, and lands on the window sill above me.

It poops on my window sill, then flies away.

I walk out of my room. I'm in a different apartment, but it's still home. I walk by a bedroom and could swear I saw the vulture inside the room. I peek inside, and yes, the bird is walking around in there. I'm all excited. I have a pet vulture!

I go into the kitchen to see what I might have to feed it. All the meat is in the freezer, and I think I'll have to defrost some in the microwave. The bird walks in, and just like a dog, starts wriggling and wagging its tail in pleasure. I pat it on the head, and then realize I'd accidentally left a couple of raw steaks out on top of the microwave for a couple of days.

Since vultures like rotting meat, I pick them up and toss them to the bird. It starts tearing into one of them and I wake up.