Eagle

I’m standing by the roadside somewhere, trying to hitch a ride. The place is isolated and all I can see in any direction is wave upon wave of sand. It is strikingly beautiful but at the same time it makes me sad. I feel it’s urgent that I get away as soon as possible.

A sportscar comes down the road. It’s a small convertible, and the driver is a complete stranger. The transition between me standing on the roadside and then being inside the car is quite abrupt. We’re speeding along the wide open road, the car moves silently and the wind is warm. There’s some music coming from the stereo but I don’t recognize it. No conversation is going on between me and the driver.

We drive into a valley of some sort - the scenery is very cinematic; the sky is blood red, and the silhouettes of the large rocky formations reflect the setting sun here and there with a faint orange glow. I remember thinking that this must be a set piece for a movie in production, and I feel sort of small and inferior, but also cheerier than before.

We have slowed down, and in the air around us there are eagles and other birds. The flapping of their wings make an overwhelming sound. One big eagle lands on the hood of the car. I tell the driver slide up the roof, and he obeys. The eagle perches majestically on the hood, then suddenly it starts pecking at the front window, making tiny cracks in the glass at first, but as the pecking becomes more and more violent, the glass soon shatters under it’s beak. The bird screeches and digs it’s talons deep into the body of the car. The hole it has made in the window now fit it’s entire upper body, and it leans inside and starts snapping at us. I wake up.