Interpret this

And it doesn't have to be through the media of dance- or lyric poetry. Please.

I had a dream- it was an awesome dream-

There were two bald eagles circling over our yard (it happens here- seriously)- and the younger one bit the older one at the base of his skull, and killed him. He fell to the ground and landed in our yard. I didn't want to touch him- I didn't feel right about it. He was enormous. Too big to fit in the refrigerator. And why did that thought occur to me? I dunno- it was a dream dammit.

Then I woke up. And my eye itched. I thought it was the pink eye- but it wasn't. I was traumatized last year when I got the pink eye. It was perhaps the nastiest ailment I have had since adolescence.

Anywhooo- just felt like sharing.