Last Friday night I fell into the first deep slumber that I've had in about a month, even if it was only for a few hours. That night I dreamed I was standing in a darkened room, observing an owl perched upon a window sill. I watched as it took flight across the room. As it took off, it separated into several smaller versions of itself and flew towards the open door. None of the small owls paid me any mind and I felt my presence was negligible. When I looked back to the window, there stood an eight inch tall owl staring back at me.
I hoped he'd notice me, I hoped he'd come to me. He lifted off only to immediately land on my left shoulder. I leaned my head to nuzzle his and he let me. I stood there with him on my shoulder, waiting for guidance, hesitant to move for fear that I might scare him away. I awoke while he was still on my shoulder and I trust that he's still there, imparting his insight, wisdom and virtue to me.