August 15, 2017

I was walking through a garden and the only way to open the door to the next area was for a bird to whistle a particular melody. In order to obtain this tune I had to first whistle Zelda’s Lullaby to another bird sitting at the edge of a pond so I could learn it myself. I then had to walk over to the door to teach that bird the new song.

Held back by anxiety, the bird recited what I had whistled at a barely audible volume. They didn’t want to be too loud because we were in a residential area, they said. The other birds decided that in order to help their friend, they would act out a play where whistling the song loudly was a matter of life or death. I started to worry that I hadn’t recited the song correctly myself the first time.

When we were about to get to the climax of the play where the door opening song was about to be sung, a black van sped towards us from behind and narrowly missed me as it crashed into a tree. My pursuer jumped out and wrestled me to the ground as the frightened bird flew away.