My dream was that someone was going to pay me to kill their birds. So I went into this big room where the birds were, and I looked for them, and I saw a crow and a big parrot, and I got my big knife out...

Then I saw two little bluebirds walk in on the floor, so I figured I'd kill them. I went up to one and took a swipe at it with my knife, and the force of the hit threw it across the room into a bathtub I think, but I knew it wasn't dead. There was a little blood on my knife. I went to look for the bird to finish the job.

The whole prospect of killing the birds had me very uneasy, it was bizarre. I think the birds survived because I woke up.. perhaps tonight they will meet their doom.