I woke up during the night remembering the dream I was having: I and a bunch of other USPS technicians and mechanics were standing around outdoors, in a place resembling the corner of Main Street and West Front Street near the river in Skowhegan. I was looking around for something to kill and eat, and spotted a bird that looked like a miniature chicken, with spotted gray and white feathers. I moved towards it and it hid its head in its feathers; then I grabbed it in one hand, its head in the other hand, and started twisting its head around. When I'd almost snapped it, it said "No!", but I kept twisting, and broke its neck. Before it died, it said "No, John, I didn't eat ...". That's when I woke up. I never found out what it didn't eat. Strange, huh?

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