redisreddish's mess of dreams is still messy

On Christmas, I had a dream that I got an owl. It was a beautiful owl, with dark brown feathers speckled with black, and the little tufty feathers that look like horns. But he could talk. He was perched on my arm, and I mentioned something about giving him a name.

"My name is Metal Claws," he told me loudly.

"Metal Claws?" I asked. "Um... Okay, that's an idea... What about--"

"My name is METAL CLAWS." He stuck one of his feet in my face to emphasize. It was indeed covered in some kind of silver armor.

"Okay, okay. Metal Claws." We got along well after that, and I felt pretty freakin' cool walking around with an owl on my arm. Funny thing, after I woke up and all the family had gathered at the house, I opened one of my presents and it was a hat that looked like an owl. Same color and everything. It was all knitted and soft and had little fluff balls on the ear flaps, but I named it Metal Claws, regardless.

Then an odd dream about Taylor Swift coming to my school to audition people for a musical. She put on random songs and listened to everyone sing... I didn't know any of the songs.