You know how dreams change in mid-scene? I had a weird dream last saturday night. That in itself is unusual as I rarely remember my dreams. In this dream, there was a scraggly bird trapped inside a window between two panes of glass. It was pecking away at a part of the wall, trying to escape. The bird looked like it had been there for days, its tan feathers disheveled. Change in mid-scene. The bird turned around and revealed itself to be a cardinal, neatly preened crimson feathers and a bright yellow beak. Instead of trying to get out, it stood its ground and insisted on staying in the window.