I have from time to time these weird ass dreams where my bird clones itself and either the clones or my bird end up dead.
The last time this happened was easily the worst, where I dreamt I got my bird to fly. The original flapped to his cage, the clone fell to the ground with a splat.
We have a conclusion. Bittersweet. But I'm glad for it.
Context. The bird I refer to three years ago was my cockatiel Fugu, who was a cranky bird that liked sunflower seeds and a tiny bit of toast. A year ago, on a trip for my aunties birthday, we left Fugu at home. I remember begging Dad to ask Grandma to look after him, and he reasoned Fugu would be fine, in spite of Fugu's blindness in one eye. 3 days later, we return home. I rush to his cage and I see him on the floor his cage, his eyes closing in his last moments, and I screamed his name
Everyone else ran over and we were overtaken by hysteria. Fugu had been with the family for 24 years; I was 18 at the time. He was old. But I still remember crying into the shoebox we would bury him in, apologising because I didn't do enough.
He died alone. That really didn't jam with me.
Cut to now. Been a year. I've kind of buried Fugu deep beneath in my head.
And that's when I dream. The first part was some horror dream. A man who killed kids or something. But as the dream changed, I was in a room, basically Lucid-dreaming, and there was Fugu. He was still a little bitey, but when I played with him, he was calm.
It felt like I was with him just one last time. I knew he wasn't real when I was dreaming. But.
I smiled. I smiled for the first time in a bird related dream. No clones. Just me and Fugu for one last time.
