I had a weird dream last night.
I was back in college, except I had my dog, whom I got after college.
Also, I had a crow named Crowe. For those who listen to The Hidden Almanac, she was basically a George; she had 4 limbs with little talons along with the usual crow wings. And in my dream, somehow this was normal. Nobody commented about it. Also, she didn't fly much, preferring to climb up things. She was very, VERY attached to me and loved to cuddle and get carried around. She also could talk in a croaky voice, which is not normal crow behavior either, but nobody seemed to think it was at all strange. As the dream went on, she was losing feathers.
So, I guess she was a familiar?
Also, I got sexually assaulted in my dream by some Italian guys who were very handsome but super-duper creepy. And my mom and dad and my maid-of-honor from my IRL wedding, Marissa, all got together to help me...get therapy? Get revenge? It's a bit spotty.
Plus, there was a huge Catholic church. But it was kinda-sorta Nazi? And was hateful and slanderous toward Wiccans and LGBTQ, which also majorly pissed me off. And like there was this huge horrible statue that was really offensive and slanderous towards a lot of people, and (among other terrible things) portrayed abortion as being exactly like Herod killing all the babies in Bethlehem. It was gorey and nasty, and had lots of world leaders, past and present, with sadistic smiles on their faces. And I wanted to speak out against the kind of nastiness that statue depicted, but every time I did, people hated me and shamed me and tried to forcibly convert me to their way of thinking.
And I tried and tried to leave the church by the end of Mass because the sermon was openly hateful and I couldn't stand to listen to it, but it had huge grounds and a moat and was hard to escape. Also there was one exit that sent you instantly back into the sanctuary every time. And my parents didn't understand why I was being so "difficult," and Crowe was looking sadder and unhealthier and balder by the minute and I wanted to protect her, and Angel looked all sweet and confused, and the random black ladies in the church were encouraging me, and I just wanted to LEAVE so badly and when I woke up it was kind of disorienting to be back at home, with my loving husband, no crow-familiar-thingy, and nobody trying to literally burn me at the stake.