Dream #2! Pet "Bird".

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I had a pet bird. He was a cute and fluffy cockatiel and I loved him so much. For some reason, my dad and brother and I decided to let the bird out to see if the neighbor's cat would eat it. I'd never actually do that, but these things don't always make sense. Haha. So, believe it or not, my bird was eaten. He died. So we sat there with an empty cage until my dad bought a new bird. But I think my dad was being cheap because the bird was all nasty. It was all sickly looking like baby birds before all their feathers grow in and they're eyes are still too big for their heads. But I still took good care of him. I tried to pet him, hold him, train him, etc. and one day I had to take him out of the cage to clean it and change the paper and stuff and then my little bird was somehow a spider and I hadn't noticed it changing. I just felt the creepy crawly legs and looked over at the "bird" on my hand. I saw that it obviously wasn't my bird anymore, but for some reason I was still like, "Ok, little birdy, back in your cage." I wondered if maybe that had happened because there really was a spider on me. And then I woke up...