Dream Weaver... what drugs are you on?

[den]

I don't normally remember my dreams, but one this morning hit between the first and second snooze alarms. That's probably why it stuck.

I'm in a large room of my house which has a wire screen wall. It's some sort of flight aviary. I'm building bat boxes, as a bloke does when he's in an aviary, but these ones are a little different in that they have a hinged door I can open to see inside. I notice a piece of paper poking from the opening of a box and open the door. Someone has used the sheet to cover the opening, so when I open the door all I can see is the paper.

And some eyes.

Whatever is in the box has cut some small eye-holes in the sheet and they're looking at me. I pull the paper away and there's a tiny brown owl in the bat box. The bird can't be more than 6" tall.

"Where did you come from?" I ask. The bird looks at another box and so do I. There is a feather sticking out of it. I open the other box and there's another owl in it, white this time and much larger. I open the dozens of bat boxes that I seem to have built in the last 2 seconds and they all have owls in them.

Then a bat arrived, saw the owls and said "Excellent! We can start."

The snooze alarm dragged me into a sitting position. I stared at the clock and asked aloud "Start what?" Unfortunately the bat boxes, owls and flight aviary were gone. I don't even know what house it was except that it was mine.

I'm sure there's a message in it somewhere. Or maybe it was just my subconscious playing sillybuggers.

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