bedford_park2000{at}yahoo.ca> wrote in message
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>Last night, I dreamt that I was practicing my skills for the Queen's
>York rangers. I was practicing some climbing skills. A baby bird was
>talking in a cute child voice begging ME for a hug. I yelled that i
>would hug it in a minute. When I got down, the baby bird went to it's
>mother for affection, but only chased it away. I hugged it soon
>thereafter. The birds involved were a cross between a cockatiel and a
>canary. I woke up crying a little bit.
>
>What does this dream mean? Sorry for cross-posting but it involved the
>subjects of these Ng's.

 From the Queen's York Rangers website:

"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest thing. The decayed and
degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing
is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is
willing to fight, nothing he cares about more than his personal safety,
is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless kept so
by the exertions of better men than himself."
John Stuart Mill

The object of your dream is not a bird.  It is your own spirit.
Nonetheless, gently holding a companion bird can do wonders for the
human spirit.



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