Had a dream one night I was accompanied by an owl while walking through a unique array of architecture. The owl never spoke but in my dream I could hear his thoughts and he could hear mine. This was not like conversation, it was more literal, more primal, incredibly simplistic and spartan. He had no name and I cannot recall his color…but his eyes. His eyes were the way I could hear his voice. Once I looked in his eyes my dream became more intense, each glance back at my avian friend the dream twisted and changed.