there was someone on a rope like in Peter Pan, swinging, but out of
control. I was on the side of the stage, and i put a rope 'round myself
and swung off to help them, since they were now still, in the middle of
the stage. I grabbed them and whoever it was, got scared. I pulled them
out of the middle of the stage and used various pipes and things on the
ceiling to pull both of ourselves in. The person then turned into a
bird, a sparrow. He/it was hurt and somehow i knew how to help it not hurt
anymore. I started operating on the bird, the bird turned into some sort
of shell and two pieces of parchment paper folded into each other. There
was some sort of debri on the middle piece that i swept away and there
was writing; my mother's handwriting. It said something like 'don't
worry about the past, you'll figure out the future, they'll all come back to
you' i usually can never read my mother's handwriting and then i woke up
as the phone rang, and i was 10 minutes late to work.
