Another parrot dream last night. This one was different then my recurring one; this time I had to keep preventing Salty from flying out an open door. Not so horrid right? But every time I scooped him up off the floor, I felt like I was hurting him, holding him far too tight. Not as nightmarish as the recurring dream but I still woke up feeling terrible! For some reason I am able to wake myself up when I realize the dream is going south, I just wish it would kick in sooner sometimes.