I had this dream a few nights ago (and Yes, I'm aware that the best and fastest way to bore you is to recount the contents of my dreams, and yet I press on) in which I found a nest of five tiny speckled eggs. I brought the nest inside and the eggs hatched five teensy weensy perfectly-formed adult owls that whistled sweetly, flew around the house and fit themselves into wee spaces like thimbles and pistachio shells.
I'm so obsessed with this dream that I had to do online dream interpretation (and Yes, I'm aware that this is tantamount to believing in astrology or Keynesian economic theory, and yet I press on). This is what I found: Birds and eggs are generally a very good omen. If you dream of a nest full of eggs, you will soon see some financial gains. If the eggs are few or tiny, your windfall will be small but significant, coming at a time when you need it most. But, if you see birds hatching, your gain will be delayed.
Not a bad start to the new year, right?
Now I see birds everywhere. The keychain Julie bought me has birds on it, and the necklace she is wearing today. There was a bird stuck in the gym at school and Bob Marley's Three Little Birds is stuck in my head. I could go on and on.
Are you bored yet?