Just like anywhere in the world, night scavengers raid our garbage cans and sometimes leave a morning mess. In this dream it was a turkey vulture, the kind that devour road kill. Here, it was incredibly large as I ‘discovered’ it going through my trash can right by my front door.
Needless to say, I let him finish.
Don’t look for beautiful imagery or celestial meanings in my dreams. Mine are weird. I’m sure everyone has weird dreams but mine feel like my brain is in a blender when I’m dreaming them. They have a sense of logic but only in pieces.