This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
In this dream, I was looking out my window while Dad was leaving. I noticed three magpies--I don't know if they looked like real magpies, but in my dream that's what they were--land in the tree outside my window. The tree had flowers on it, perhaps like in my other dream, "The Legend Of The Lark's Tongue." The magpies were eating something; two of them would peck at it once in a while, and then I realized, to my horror, that it was another magpie they were eating--and it was still alive! It was thinner than they were, and wasn't trying very hard to get away; whenever they stopped pecking on it it would kind of hop to the side, but then they'd start pecking at it again. I thought, "Oh my Lord, the cannibals!" I felt like saving this magpie; I don't know if I did or not, but I thought it was really disgusting. I had the feeling that it would have a sweet taste. o_o;
Then I seemed to be telling Dad about this--"Before you left, these magpies landed in the tree outside my window and they were eating another magpie, only it was still alive, and it was gross!"