I am in a group given different playful tasks, mostly related to exploring inner/outer territories.
We set up a symbolic fence with many divisions. The main one divides the area into a large and a small portion, and I am in the smaller portion with some others. We are supposed to stay within that section so we can experience how it is. I accidentally find myself in the larger area, and decide to stay there instead. After a while, I arrive at a local store selling – among other things – small birds in plastic bags. They are supposed to live off some grain in each bag, but two are almost dead. I buy them so I can release them.
Hm…. Interesting dream. The boundaries seem to reflect the imagined boundaries we all make. Not sure about the birds in the bags. They are confined and don’t have much air, and sometimes not access to enough food. They are in stasis, more or less. I can find areas in me that feels that way, especially now. (Feel like I am in hibernation mode.)