Wednesday morning when I went out to feed my hens, they were eager. Thelma was in the nest. She didn't jump right down for food. So, I looked under her and saw nothing at all. Later, I went to the mailbox and was taking a picture and getting mail. The hens were in front of the house, but they soon ran to me.
I needed to take a picture of my broken swing. They ran right along with me to the far side of the house. While I was out that way, I found two eggs in the nest. Yay! Thelma came through. In a month she will be 6 years old.
When I left the house, went to mailbox and then to swing and came in, I had completely circled the house. They were about ten feet from where they started. As I approached the steps, they kept coming and were soon right at the door as I tried to get in the door. They beg so prettily. So, they were rewarded with cracked corn.
I dreamed that I was dreaming and had a discussion with someone in the dream. Am I dreaming I am dreaming? Or, am I dreaming that I am dreaming that I am dreaming. We had a really good conversation. I wonder if I were talking to Descartes.
Do your chickens beg prettily and convince you to feed them even when they just want a snack and there is a yard full of bugs and green stuff to eat? Do your other animals have a way of begging that melts your heart?
Do your dreams become philosophical discussions in your dream? Does a dualism exist in your dreams?