Fragments
This was another night of short fragments, almost none remembered at all.
I was with another person, a woman. On the pavement near a curb I saw a lot of white feathers, including some large wing feathers, which I wanted to take with me. There was also a pile of smaller feathers, which moved, so I grabbed it. Hidden under the feathers was a large white King Pigeon.
He struggled a little, but when I got to holding him in my arms he became calm and let out a partial coo, which I interpreted as an expression of relief. I and the woman headed for our car to go home with the pigeon.
No other fragments remembered sufficiently to write anything.