I've been having strange dreams again.

Two of my birds died in my dream last night. I was sad. I can still see the stiff, lifeless bodies in my mind.

Instead of burying them, I waded into the middle of a flowing river to set them to rest. I carried them in one of my pans, and as I gently tipped the pan to set the bodies afloat, watching them drift slowly down into the depths of the water beyond sight, the pan slipped out of my hands. I cried out. Wayne dived in to grab the pan, but he never came up again -- disappeared beneath the water as well.

Then I woke up.

I can't make anything of the dream. Not sure what it all means.