A couple of days (may 6th) after my last post (may 4th) a few things happened but I didn't post about them because I wanted my mom to see it (last post) and maybe know what the heck I'm talking about, like oh yeah I remember that movie it starred Bob Odenkirk or whatever. But when she saw me after reading the post she just brought up tips for not having stressful dreams?? So like hey anything you can remember at all would be appreciated. 

And the things that happened, anyway, were followups to previous things that happened. Really, the only reason they bear repeating is because of that. My hand cramped, and a bird flew somewhat close to my head?? That stuff is nothing, right. Outside of context.

But there are two posts, both coincidentally from Decembers past (one 2020 one 2019) that provide context.

my hand cramping- I made this post when my hand had cramped and it was in such a specific way that it felt like, oh, that must be electricity, I must be generating electricity with my hand.

https://dielikeadisneyvillain.blogspot.com/2019/12/shocky-powers-pt-i.html

I promised I'd have more, and that was, a quarter of a decade ago, two and a half years. Because it wasn't the last time my hand had cramped like that, even at time of writing that post. I promised I'd get to a part two. 

Eh, maybe later.

A bird flew by my head! Actually, this post, not context, though frequently I think, it should have had.

https://dielikeadisneyvillain.blogspot.com/2020/12/readshorts-blogpost-with-three-prologues.html

You see, this post with three prologues, the first prologue was the dream I had that morning, which actually doesn't have to do with anything, and even the day of posting it, I realized- no, that's not what the first prologue should have been. The other two provide context, and tie into something that happened. Dream, introduces you to Oscar I guess? Dunno.

Alright, prologue for real though. In elementary school, E.C. Best which would have been sixth grade then I think, at recess I'd ducked under a thing at the playground, and the moment I emerged happened to be the same moment a flock of birds had decided to swoop down close to the ground, and there's this rush of birds whooshing past me and cawing around me. Other times, as well, were birds flying in flocks near enough to me to reach out and touch. And so there's a sort of personal symbolism which has build up around such moments in my head, it's like those are checkpoints, in a video game or however you'd like to think of it, where progress has been saved and there's no going back. There was a flock of birds that flew around me as I went home for the day, Christmas Eve of 2020. Like being caught up in a narrative.

And yeah so a single bird flew kinda nearish to me, friday the first week of last month, two months ago now (this being the end of june.) Felt worth mentioning, in context of the other stuff.