Well, the start of my story had no beginning, just the new that some kid had died in an explosion and some other kid was responsible. The bad person was a real jerk, I didn't trust them and I was told to keep charge of them, boy or girl, i don't remember, ANYWAY.... my dream sends me to the phone where someone I know is telling me they found a bird and it had a broken wing so they tried to fix it. They brought it over and the bandage job was a nightmare so somehow I took it to the vet and home in a matter of minutes, and it was resting with my other birds.

Later on, I'm notified that the kid that was killed was killed by a bird flying through the air because of the explosion. It killed the kid, but somehow survived and I owned it, and apparently my mom thought I was sick for doing so, but I was pretty stoked that I had this bird that had survived and no one would understand. Meanwhile, bad kid is asking for these pill things that were in packages that were supposed to be sold (what?) and we ran out.

So I got on the phone and tried to escape hearing range while they were all mad about not having more pills, and I walked into a house washroom, which was just like a public washroom and was saying all this horrible shit about this pill popper and everyone was looking at me and the person on the other line was like, be careful, they could be anywhere! ok.

Then I was walking along the sidewalk, which wasn't actually a sidewalk, it was a body of water covered in ice and this other person was like, c'mon. and I was like NOOOO. but then we broke through the ice and that's when I woke up to the bf shaking me to say goodbye.

There's a lot more to it, but seriously!? what the fuck?!

I want the deathbird though....