I’m just throwing this out there for the hell of it… make of it what you will.
I go to the Empire State Building to buy a VW New Beetle. After wading through some strange red-tape like procedures, including sitting through a lecture on job hunting, I make my way to a round help desk to sign for the car. The lady at the desk is very busy and tries to shoo me away, but I request the “bird option.” She is reluctant but I press for it and she stamps my paper. <At this point I have no idea what the hell the “bird option” is>
I take an elevator to the top of the tower and walk out into a beautiful and huge atrium with a topiary garden and a pond. I explore for a bit until I find a large black and brown vulture perched on a stone gargoyle overlooking the city. The city however is sitting in an ocean, with only the upper halves of skyscrapers above water. The vulture makes some kind of gentle sound beckoning me and I grab onto his feet and he flies off into the city. The flight is really vivid and exciting, and the bird and I have some kind of bond where I can understand what he is feeling and I am really empathizing with him. When he is happy and comfortable so am I. However, as the short flight continues the bird starts getting tired and dipping lower and lower until finally we plunge into the water, I can feel his exhaustion and pain, not literally but I know he is experiencing it and it makes me incredibly sad. He struggles and climbs back out and into the air for a second but we go back under again and he doesn’t come up. I blame myself for placing too much weight on him and I cry.
Next thing I know I’m back at the Empire State building and the whole dream restarts, only with minor changes and it gets harder and harder to convince the lady to give me the bird option until finally she won’t. I think the bird died about three or four times in all.
What a sad dream.