I don’t remember this dream when I wake up. It’s triggered by seeing a dead raccoon in the road. I look up in the sky and see a large raptor, possibly a golden eagle and it’s carrying something. The bird is huge but I don’t think it’s a condor. It hovers above me and I see that it’s a raccoon dangling lifeless from its talons. It’s kind of grizzly.
This is the morning of Suzanne’s ceremony and I end up feeling like I don’t belong at the ceremony and do end up leaving early and not going in the lodge.
