Dreams, an owl and death....

Not sure if its the moon, the stars, or both but some stuff has been going on with me - very, very vivid realistic dreams; the kind you wake up from and think its real, believe it to be memory... short, 10 to 15 second scenes that then play out during my waking hours...... announcements, information, revealed during slumber....

the owl...perched on the highest branch, the farthest tree top... I pointed it out to my daughter and in an instant,  the owl took flight... for many, the owl is the harbinger of death, a representation of the soul but for me and many others, the owl is  the symbol of the soul, of knowledge....

Found out today about the death of a young man from our community - I knew him from campus and from the poetry workshops at our public library... So young, such a loss.. perhaps the owl carried his soul