When I was little, I always used to dream of this parrot on this railing on a stairwell, with me next to it. It will be saying something… I’ll never remember… and I always used to try to cover my ears, but I couldn’t. I remember my hands just wouldn’t do it, no matter how hard I tried. Then the world would start to distort and the noises from all around me get a lot louder, then I wake up.
This dream happened multiple times. Now that I remember it, it’s weird.