In the event you have absolutely nothing else to do- read this.

image from flickr.com - not mine.

Adam needed this pic Monday pm for a school project (which was a totem pole made from a paper towel roll). We discussed the bird just a little bit, talked about the phalange-like feathers at the wingtips, as in: "aren't those cool- hmm, wonder if they act as flaps". As I recall, we quickly moved on to other things and completely forgot about hawks. Or did we?

Tuesday morning Landon asked me for his breakfast. I replied to him "Should I fly away and catch a mouse to bring back to my baby hawk?" The still-drowsy, confused (rightly so) child blinked at me, "I am a boy- I do not eat mouses!" It was then that I remembered the hawks that messed with my head last night in my sleep. Well, at least one hawk messed with my head.

In my dream I heard loud squawking below my bedroom window. Naturally, I went to the window and looked out at the yard. There I saw a hawk struggling to fly away with prey. The prey was another hawk who appeared to be his same weight, size, etc. He had trouble carrying his unwilling passenger so, right in front of my eyes, (this really happened in my dream) the killer hawk reached down and wrapped his claw, hand-like, around the other hawk's neck and I watched as the hawk's head slowly dropped to the side and he was dead, just like that. Then he flew over to the patio table, still carrying his prey and landed on my laundry. My folded, stacked, clean laundry that I had left out on the patio table overnight.

Then I got mad.

I was pretty sure I would have to re-wash that laundry. I thought that even if he doesn't eat the other hawk while he sat right there on top of my towels, both of those birds might carry lice. (As a child, weren't you always told not pick up crows' feathers because they could have lice? The things we learn as children dwell deep in the subconscious and come out at the oddest times.) I did not get to see whether or not the hawk ate the dead hawk. My dream came to a sudden close right at that point.

Interpreting my dream has led me in several different directions. However, I have chosen to believe that the dream means I am good at laundry. I excel at folding, stacking and putting my clean laundry in the basket. My dream is right to point out that I am poor, or at least, "do not excel" at putting the laundry into owner's drawers and closets.

But what does this mean for my future?

The hawks stand for: (according to Adam's project)

Victory (not sure dead hawk was victorious)

Recollection- nah

guardianship (my name does mean guardian)

(sorry to be putting you through this)

Messenger- nah

Cleansing- ah-hah. I think I found it. This one ties in nicely with the laundry and I can now move forward with my life.

So, hawks stand for cleansing.

Laundry strangely did not appear on Adam's project list and so I am going to jump right on that "cleansing bandwagon" and conclude:

My dream means I am destined to be doing laundry 7 days a week for the rest of my life. I can't imagine what else it could mean. I would welcome your input. See how much time you can waste on this now.