Last night, I saw a photo of a tree full of flying foxes, which no doubt then contributed to a dream which involved one of these critters wanting to know what was written on a piece of paper I was carrying. Yeah, it was talking to me, and flew down to the ground where it showed me a trick whereby it could hold its body in such a way that it resembled, kind of, a cat. (It was a weird looking transformation.) I was very surprised, but the flying fox said that they had always been able to do this. I grabbed my phone to take photos, because I thought this had never been recorded before. The conversation then moved onto the piece of paper, which had marks on it, but they weren't words. It sort of petered out from there...
I think it amusing, or odd, that in such a dream it wasn't the animal talking that was the surprise, but what it could do to transform its body. Dreams are weird...
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