Hours of sleep: 8
Lucid: No
I'm on a forest path. Everything seems peaceful and quiet until a bird comes swooping down and starts pecking away at me. I grab it with one arm and I am surprised at how incredibly strong this bird is.
I try to hit it with my free hand, but I seem to have no strength in that arm.
I run over to a giant flat rock right off the path and I start bashing the bird against the rock until it's flat like a pancake. When I release the grip and start to back away from the now, presumably, dead bird, I can see it starts to puff itself up again as it starts to flicker with its wings.
I run deep into the forest and hide underneath a bush...
... and that's where the dream of the evil bird ends.
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