I dreamed I went into a building, it had a large tower that had frosted glass at its peak. I looked up through the frosted glass, and saw the silhouette of an owl, it was flying, yet staying in the same place in the air, and it was missing its right wing. I wondered how it was flying with only one wing. I went back outside and came back in later to see if the owl was still there, it was. This time it had its left wing in close to its body, yet still stayed in the same place in the air. I went back out a third time, when I came back in and looked up, this time its was flapping its left wing, and I could see like a stump, on its right wing. (I may have done this more than three times) the owl was always in the same spot in the air, always with no right wing. I then went outside and up on a hill to see if I could see it from there. I could, it was a white owl. As I watched, the owl suddenly fell from the sky. I ran down the hill over to it, expecting it to be dead, but it wasn't and it seemed happy I was there with it. I started to pet it. That's where I woke up.
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