Funerals and Parakeets

On the night of June 24, 2002, I dreamed that was back in my parents’ home and there was a funeral going on at the next door neighbor’s house. I never see the neighbors or their children during the dream.  There were approximately forty people attending the funeral. The funny thing was that I never learned who the funeral was for, but a black couple buried an urn of ashes in the front yard.

I then remember being in the driveway of my parents’ home. As I looked at the den windows, I noticed that a green Parakeet had built a nest similar to the ones that swallows build on the bricks next to the window. There were three or four fledgling Parakeets in the nest. A Red-tailed Hawk made a brief appearance as it swooped down on the nest and grabbed one of the fledglings with its talons.

At short time later, I seemed to be back inside the neighbors’ house speaking with the bereaved family members attending the funeral. I clumsily bumped a lamp with my hand and the bulb shattered and cut the palm of my hand. Just as with my dream the previous night, I seemed to bleed profusely.

I’m not certain when the dream ended, but I can’t remember any more of the details. I think it’s strange that I dreamt of being injured too nights in a row . . .?