Morning of May 20, 2015. Wednesday.
I am wandering around through different dream scenarios in lesser-defined unfamiliar areas though most of the events involve Mottled Houdans. (I have not worked near them in real life on an exotic chicken farm in Florida since I was about sixteen.) In my dream, they have special attributes; even human-like in some cases. At one point, I touch some smaller Houdans at a chicken farm as they are strutting about in a larger area of the building (which has a dirt floor) and they seem almost like friendly cats in their behavior. For some reason, it dawns on me that they are "more like people" than any other animal, which frankly, is rather ridiculous (even for a dream).
At one point, I seem to be involved in the sales department for Murray McMurray Hatchery in another unfamiliar region, and there is a sort of confrontation with an actor whose name I cannot remember presently, along with about three other unknown males. (It always annoys me when I cannot identify a celebrity in a dream - he reminds me vaguely of Mason Adams as from "Lou Grant" but it is not him.) He asks me about another worker at the hatchery, claiming that he never got change back from any of his purchases and asks me if I knew the worker had been cheating him like this over a longer time period. I absentmindedly nod in agreement which causes the other male to think I knew he was cheating him though which is not the case. "I feel really stupid," I say, and then explain to him that I did not know that that worker was keeping the change each time and only nodded out of absentminded agreement with whatever he was saying at first.
In another scene, I am near a group of Houdan hens. Even though they cannot see because of the feathers that hang over their eyes, they seem to have some sort of sensitivity to be aware at "higher" levels of sentience. I am somewhat surprised at their "skill" to be aware as such, even more than other animals that can see well.
Later, I am in Cubitis at my father's chicken shed and checking on all the Houdans (even though we had many other breeds including very unusual experimental hybrids). At one point, in a more public area, I encounter a Houdan rooster that is as tall as I am. I "shake hands" with him (by clasping his wingtip) and the Houdan almost seems human (though does not speak - though there is some level of mental communication and mutual understanding). In fact, he seems to have the goal of becoming an astronaut and is even wearing a space helmet at one point. His "wife" dances with him for a time, and they are somewhat intimate; their "public boldness" of which embarrasses me slightly. However, the rooster seems somewhat puzzled over why he cannot "kiss" his hen with the space helmet on and kind of just clunks against her beak a couple times at first. There are several unknown people in the area and I start to mingle with the crowd to give the Houdans some privacy. (I do get the feeling that I had been watching our two normal-sized Houdan pets from the late 1970s; Fonzie and Pinky.)
