2010 January:

2009 November:

I'm not always a character in my dreams. In this one, I was only a spectator, a camera.
A character showing not much emotion but seeming to be a nice guy entered a house in company of a toucan. He met in that house an old man who never saw him and vice-versa. It was the bird's owner and started to tell a long story to the character.Then I don't remember much. But when the old man finished, the character was gone. He looked around saying something like «This guy is suspicious, something might be wrong with him». He looked where his bird was the last time he saw it and it wasn't there.
He started to panic a little and then he looked up and then I saw his face doing a super exagerated horrified ''take'' to see the character had cut the bird's head vertically to remove its skull and a part of its spine and nailed them to the ceiling. There was also a message on a paper...
Then I woke up, and I still remember clearly the nailed toucan.