I was living where my parents house is and each morning Kasia's co-worker Lisa would pick me up to take me to work. I was working in a school/ museum and Lisa was hired on to photograph a specific painting which was hanging in one of the hallways. She could only work on it until 9:00am so I would go in early to help her out.

One day she found out (or maybe decided) that she would have to pose nude next to the painting and I explained that a few of us would volunteer to hold up a sheet so that the other people walking through would not be able to see her.

Somehow this all had to do with a pigeon and we spent most of the dream in this large, warehouse-type room (much like the abandoned building in Scranton, PA where I Urban Explored with my friends Dave and Chris) consisting of thousands of old cages filled with various animals. There was dirt and dander everywhere, and all of the cages were covered with dried feces from the animals in the cages above.

There was one cage in particular that we focused on which had about nine individual cages within it, and all of them were empty except for two. These two little cages held the pigeons that we were supposed to be taking care of and I spent a lot of time with them while Lisa was out.

One day I decided that they shouldn't be confined to the cages so I purposely left the door open to see if they were interested in leaving. I went out of the room for a bit and when I returned I found that both the pigeons had left. I knew they were somewhere in the room and I yelled out to let them know that I would he filling up their water dishes and they were welcome to return without fear that I would lock them back in.

Eventually Lisa found out what I had done and although I'm not sure if she was upset I knew that she was concerned about getting one of them back because she needed it for the photo shoot.

I was able to find the one she was looking for and as I gently captured it I recalled hearing that the bird had previously belonged to Jerry Seinfeld. As we neared the cage I explained to the pigeon (I believe his name was Snowflake) that I would just need to put him back into the cage until after the shoot. He dug his beak into my hand and as I cringed in pain he looked up at me with those eyes that said "I'm NOT getting back into that cage without letting you know how pissed I am about it."

The dream ended with me back in my parents bathroom peeing until I woke up.