Animals are frequently in my dreams and I have a curious way of remembering them. If it is a particularly powerful dream I tend to wake up from it and remember it from the sheer intensity of the abrupt transition from dreaming to sleeping and the message that comes travelling back with me. More often though, I will be going about my day and I will see a picture of a horse or dragonfly and the dream of the night before will re-hydrate in these cascading layers of remembrance.
Last night I dreamt about an eagle. I was high up on a mountain, rocks and fallen trees all around. The eagle was huge, almost as large as I was. He was building a nest, and I was helping, handing him logs and stones which he grasped in his beak and arranged in a bowl shape a few feet away. I knew not to look him directly in the eye, that he would see it as a challenge and he would pluck my eyes out. He would allow me to help him, but I had to remember my place. I did.