Turkey Vultures, and a Bit of Bigfoot in the Dream State

About birds, and weird dream states. . .

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the high number of animal sightings on our way to and from the coast. One of the animal sightings was of turkey vultures, which, while not at all unusual, isn’t something we’ve really seen. I’ve seen hawks and even owls in the daytime, sometimes quail or wild turkeys, etc. but not just a bunch of turkey vultures hanging out on the road.

Yesterday, driving back from the coast, we saw two turkey vultures in the road. One was standing off to the side of the road, the other . . . it was really kind an eerie sight. The turkey vulture was standing on a wide fence post, its wings spread out. It just stayed there like that, wings spread out. Didn’t move, didn’t take off, didn’t flap its wings around, just stood there, with wings out. Very odd.

That night, I had a very unusual (though I’ve had it happen several times throughlout my life) dream. The dream state was a combination of being lucid, dreaming, awake-but-not-asleep, and astral projecting. It started out kind of neat, really, I was in a car/plane kind of thing. Imagine a small car without tires that could fly; like a VW bug. I was just zooming over large rocks on the coast, through narrow passeways, just beautiful but a bit scary. I was going so fast and I was the only passenger but didn’t have any control. I was thinking, as I (“we”? — for I felt as if someone else was with me driving this thing) that these scenes would make beautiful paintings.

The we open up a little, get to the beach; rocky and wild, lots of tidepools. And I see Bigfoot! Bigfoot is walking very fast, very fast and agile for a large being, easily climbing over the wet rocks and walking through the sand. Its in profile to me; and the car/plane I’m in gets in closer, and I’m surprised to find that this Bigfoot is mad. Its angry and negative and downright mad that I’m there! I wake up scared to death, lol. But even when I was awake, I was still kind of “dreaming” I could still see these images. I was so damn scared, I really wanted to get up and go talk to my husband, who was still up, he was in the living room. But I felt too stupid; here I am, in my fifties, and too damn scared from a dream. So I just dealt with it and went back to sleep.

This just all felt like a “Mothman Fluttering” kind of moment.