Night of March 2, 1974. Friday.
I am in my room very late at night, and I see a shadowy form move through the sky over our front yard and land on a branch of one of the trees between our house and the neighbor’s house. I am trying to work out if it is a hawk that has caught a snake or if it is actually a flying snake. It turns out to be a flying snake, but is somewhat awkward in its movements. It has larger wings that are bat-like. I mostly only ever see its silhouette against the semi-darkness of the sky. It flies toward the neighbor’s house to the south. I feel quite “privileged” to have seen it. There is no fear of any kind and this was an incredibly vivid dream. (There is a “reset” or false memory of it being on a larger tree, third from left from my window’s view where the young silver oaks would otherwise be and the thought that it might be eating something; a small lizard or mouse - this might have been a more vague “prototype” of the far more vivid dream).