the timboucher experience

Two dreams that I remember from last night:

In the first, I was in some kind of small town or maybe the suburbs. It was night time. I may have been with other people. I am not sure. But somehow or other I knew that something strange was going on. I knew that the birds were gathering.

And I had to find them.

Not sure what I had to do once I found them. It was either to simply just communicate with them or to get them to give up whatever unusual course of avian action that they had collectively decided on. To find where they were congregating, I tailed lines of birds, stragglers late for the game, who were wending their way across the gray sky. I saw them heading off into the distance and down towards a house at the edge of town.

Once at the house, I entered. It seemed abandoned of human occupants. But it was full of feathers and bird droppings. But no birds. I crept from room to room, scared of what I might find. Finally reaching the back door, I was startled by a young girl of maybe 13 coming down a back staircase. I spoke with her and understood that she was harboring the birds in her room upstairs. She was helping them, or perhaps was them - their messenger or their envoy somehow. I talked with her about what the birds were doing and whatever my mission was vis a vis them. She agreed to help me, whatever that meant. But I know that somehow whatever crisis going on was averted.

I credit this dream’s occurrence partly to some graphic design work I was doing yesterday for a new (as yet unannounced) website I am launching, which features silhouettes of birds in flight. Some people might say that it was simply my subconscious mind reformulating bits and pieces from my day into a new dream arrangement. But I am prone to wonder if maybe the chain of causality is reversed. If I simply managed to tap into the “bird current” somehow and both the dream and the graphics sprang from that…

The other dream I had involved me being back stage at some kind of rock concert put on by friends. I don’t quite recognize him, but there was one sequence where the drummer - a kid I may or may not have known in highschool - went on this tremendous like 20 minute long drum solo. And I was blown away by it and kept sticking my head out from back stage to get a better look at him and the audience.

Somehow I feel that these two dreams are related…

• Baltimore Ghetto Birds: Voices In The Sky
• A Sufi Love Poem
• Thunderbirds caught on film
• Fake fakes & God
• Bird Seed Blessings