The blue Bird's silent Message on the roof

"I was standing in my grandmother's old kitchen except the floor was kind of wet, like a shallow pond, and there were birds everywhere. Not scary ones. Little brown sparrows mostly, but a couple of big white ones too, maybe herons? One sat on the stove like it paid rent there. I wasn't surprised at all, I just remember thinking I should've bought more bread. Then suddenly I was on a roof, don't ask me how, and the whole flock lifted off together and I somehow knew I was supposed to follow them. I didn't have wings exactly, it was more like I leaned and the air just held me up. Everything was this soft orange, like late afternoon, even though I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be morning. There was a blue bird that kept landing on my shoulder and I felt like it was telling me something important, but the message was just a warm feeling, no words. Someone was calling my name from far below, maybe my mom, and I didn't want to go back down. I woke up with my arm asleep and the strangest calm in my chest. Still can't shake it."