Adopting baby Parrot

Date: 11/17/2018

So I was in a strange house, it wasn’t quite complete. I was sleeping and sharing a room with people I like. There was a man there I like in real life. We weren’t doing much. He was just sleeping in a single bed across the room and chatting to me and others. There was some fuss about mobile phones. I can’t remember much, maybe I felt a little sad or jealous cause I didn’t get him alone. My Mum and Dad came into the room said something about me sleeping in late. They tried to put a pretty cotton blouse on me because I was sleeping naked. I became annoyed. Once every body left, I got up, put my choice of clothes on and looked for my phone. I hadn’t particularly wanted to get out of bed. I felt miffed, bothered and alone. I just needed to get up cause it was morning and thats what is expected. The place I was in felt a bit like a student hotel. Someplace people stayed temporarily but no one spent a lot of money on it. But it also felt like my room and I was in the process of making it mine. By the worn out state of the place. I hadn’t got very far. The fact that other people were using it casually, wasn’t making it easy to make it very smart. The whole house was under family renovations. There was a weird bit of kitchen in the room with was an old slightly rusty square fridge. I opened it maybe looking for a bottle of water or something refreshing like that. By the fridge door I found a small bird. In the beginning it looked like a elegant goldfinch, just with more red running down from its head to its tawny body. It was very pretty but I was a little concerned that it wasn’t meant to be there. I looked at the window thinking it may have flown in from there. The window was large bare cheep white commercial metal framed and single glazed. It let in cold drafts but it wasn’t open. The view out wasn’t one I recognise. It was like a venue car park on the edge of large city. There were other modern venue buildings around and below with road transport links to transport depots. In the distance, was a semi concrete waste land of newish industrial factories with a few remaining Victorian industrial buildings, tall chimneys and towers. Not a place you would expect to find a garden bird or a very small parrot. But in the dream I accepted the place as home. I decided to try pick up the parrot. (It was starting to look more like a very small sweet fluffy read parrot with a yellow beak). I thought, if it would let me, I’d make it into my pet. I wouldn’t shoe it outside where it would have trouble surviving, be all on its own or maybe die. I put out my finger and to my surprise, it clambered on, quite content to have a human showing it interested kindness. My finger was unusually long but I didn’t recognise that while I was dreaming. The tiny parrot had thin twiggy legs, but it didn’t scratch my finger with it small talons. I stood up and lifted in front of me to have a good look at what I’d got. I was still wondering where it came from. It was a very cute mostly red parrot. I like it a lot. I stroked and cuddle it and it started to grow. Then I’m holding it in my arms like it’s a toy soft cat and it was getting the fat body of a very large floppy chicken soft toy or a baby. I balance it on my arm as if sitting up a baby or a large cat or other cute animal. I’m become concerned that it’s feathers on its tummy are too thin. There were not quite grown enough to cover its pink felty skin. I also think it’s going to poop on me, so I take it out into the bathroom. As I walk with it in my arms, it gets bigger still and I’m thinking, “gosh this is going to be one big parrot when it’s fully grown ”. It cuddles into me, knowing I’m going to look after it. In the bathroom, all the facilities are in the wrong place. There is another large window with a similar view to the last one. The room is more like an old factory junk store, with some bathroom equipment halfheartedly plumbed in. The toilet is right by the door and looks more like a bidet. I’m annoyed thinking my Mum should have sorted it all out by now, as she had taken the room as her responsibility. As I’m holding the parrot like it’s a baby over the bidet and it does it’s birdie chicken shit, my friend and work colleague walks in. I very surprised to see her in my weird dream location. Its not the sort of place she would usually frequent. She’s like “WTF have you got there. You can’t keep it like that. It will crap all over the place.” So I’m like “so help me, why don’t you?” My friend kindly finds a human incontinence pad and we lay the parrot on a ironing board to try putting it on. But it’s not going fit the chubby baby bird. The bird looked a bit surprised, to be being looked after on top of an ironing board. It’s funny; like a real grown up human with a daft expressive face; bemused and sweetly trusting. So we shower it down and put it back on the ironing board to towel it pretty feathers dry. I happy to help it get clean and nice and comfortable. I woke up wondering how long it will take me to get it to full feathered flying condition and other ways I could help it grow stronger. I was definitely happy to have found it. I did not care that it might get shitty again, or that my other friend thought it was silly.