Morning of September 26, 2014. Friday.
I am in an unknown room in an undefined home somewhere, probably in an undefined transient in-dream futurescape. I am aware that my wife is in another room to my right. There is a tall thin paper sack, with a rectangular bottom, near the corner of a wooden table in front of me. I do not question how it has been many years since I was near such a sack and how you do not really see them around anymore (at least not where I live).
When I touch it near the top to take it into the other room (where I believe my wife is going to give it to someone unknown - I assume an older lady) it begins to quiver and the vividness and detail is extraordinary. I know immediately that there is a bird in the bag. The curious vibrations and papery sounds, almost like paper vibrating against a comb but quite augmented, flow into and through my right hand; a curious intense awareness, and almost, but not quite, trigger lucid contemplation or the potential of lucidity as such.
This concerns me though, as I question whether or not the bird can still breathe, so I look near the top where the sack has been scrunched together to keep it closed for the most part and see that there is a space for a small amount of air to get through. This seems satisfactory to keep the bird alive though I am still inclined to look inside this tall paper sack. Looking into the sack, I see a large but sickly quail lying on its side. I am somewhat concerned about how long it has to live. I think about the reaction of the unknown person in receiving this quail and whether or not it will thrive from here.
After a short time, this quail has somehow transformed into three, two of them quite healthy, but the original still a bit sickly. I do not contemplate how that happened, either. I sense that the original may still recover. The other two are standing upright on each side of the sickly one.
The "three birds" theme has been with me directly since earliest memory. I learned over time that it was directly connected to my path relative to my soulmate as well as the three states of existence; physical, mental (or perceptual), and universal (spiritual). I guess it could also mean the three facets of Mind; universal, eternal, and infinite (everywhere, always, presently endless in any direction). I may regard any sickly bird presently as in reflecting my decrementing physical time or state on Earth. In the past, there was usually only one of three that were sickly in any way. In dreams of the mid-seventies, the third eventually recovered and flew from the ground to join the other two. There have been many variations on this concept, though.
Of the virtually endless connections and parallels with my wife on two different continents until 1994, we also both raised quail for about six months when about the same age. I think if I only shared or held ten thousand or so parallels and links with another person, that would not even begin to be enough. It has to be...everything...