Dream of

I was told to go into a room. There was something there I had to confront, and it didn't like people as a rule. So I went in, and there was a sleeping ostrich. I walked up to it and stared. It cranes it's neck back and looked at me. We stares at each other for a while until it pecked me on the mouth. Then there was an understanding of acceptance and victory. It was my friend, not foe.