I was outside, talking to a very nice young man who was messing around on his laptop (computer). I don't remember what we were talking about, when I realized I had something in my pocket. I took it out and it was my cat Winston, he was a tiny bird. When I opened my hand he flew off. I was afraid for him at first then I felt exhilarated because he was so happy and free. He was flying like a barn-swallow, it was really a beautiful sight. After a bit, he came back to me and got back into my pocket. I was relieved, but happy he could fly now.
There was a lot of other weird stuff going on too. For instance, there was some sort of posse looking for me that I was hiding from and something about earth being a space ship that was in peril of some sort of thing, but I don't remember what.
I do this kind of stuff every night. Sometimes my dreams are about me doing mundane things like checking the laundry and finding a drier full of salami instead of clothes. No flying cat-birds, no posses or floundering space ships at all... only salami.