In the first dream, I had to kill
In the second dream, I was moving out (aha!), and I had for some reason just gotten a bird. It was supposedly an African grey, but it was Claude-sized. I discovered that it liked to sit in a water dish and have me pour cool water over it. It would shiver a little, and then it would purr.
Anyway, moving. Saturday is when I heard for sure that I would be getting the apartment, so that's when it finally really became real that I was leaving the house, the house that