Hmm. I don't remember much about last nights' dream.
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I recall being in the pathway leading to the local park; a straight, rough, concrete path with waist-high railings either side of it. There was a person with me, I think it was a man. He said that he was here to see the rare birds.
No sooner had he said that, than a tiny little bird no bigger than a sparrow appeared, and flew around us at high speed. It looked something like a humming bird, with a very long beak and fast beating wings, though its colouration was more like a red-breasted robin's, had the colours themselves not been entirely wrong. Its head and back were a sort of spring green colour, whilst its breast was purple.
At this point I realised I had my camera on me, and I decided to try and take some photographs of the little bird. But, every time I got it within view, it would fly up and land on my index finger, until I lowered the camera.
I also remember the area being bright and sunny, like it was a spring morning.
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That is all I can recall. :)
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