bird song and a lost tongue

The four note bird is a Carolina chickadee. I was pretty sure it was. The pitch and tone are the same as the call I am familiar with. What had me wondering was that it was that the notes were in a different order and the song was always coming from high in a tree. When I hear the call I already knew, they are always in the bushes and low tree branches around the house. I finally got out the old Dover 33rpm birdsong recording and found it right away.

Last night I had an elaborate dream that may have resulted from reading the T magazine on minimalism in interior design from a couple of weeks ago. I was in a cozy corner of the lobby of a nice hotel with a couple of other women who clearly knew things about style. I was wearing a short-sleeved blue velvet dress. I was feeling pretty good and we were chatting pleasantly. All of a sudden something started coming up from inside me and spilling over into my lap, about the thickness of custard and the bright green color of matcha tea. My lap filled up and then the flow stopped and out came a small pink object, a ball of flesh, about the size and shape of a fist. It was not my heart. As I thought about the dream today I came to the conclusion that it was my tongue. I can't remember talking after that happened, but I remember trying to clean myself up and having little success.

Later in the dream I was walking around town with a stack of boxy white porcelain serving dishes with little dents and knobs all over them, and that was really awkward. I had to shift them around and put them down any time I needed to do something with my hands. But everywhere I went, people said, "Oh, (name of the designer), nice." That episode of the dream trailed off into something else, as is often the case, before I reached wherever I was going with the dishes. Perhaps the object was just to carry them around, like a designer handbag, but it felt more like I was trying to accomplish something else and had to take them with me. This dream deserves more thought, perhaps when I get around to thinking more about the lighthouse dream.