Dream: I arrive in Portland, at my brother’s house. I go in and sit next to him on the couch for a bit. He is a little bit frowny, but that’s not unusual. I go peek out the window across from us. It is an awesome view (mostly of nature). I go outside and across the street, behind the houses, I can see what looks like a newer, good quality grade school. It is really big, it stretches around the curved street, so it looks like it takes up more than a block. I look over to my right and see a very large brown bird, of the yellow feet variety, (golden? junior baldy, or hawk?) stooping to catch something. Then I see him flying up after skimming the river. He has something in his beak, it is dripping–maybe a fish? Only just arrived and already seeing exciting bird action. I go inside. Later Erica takes me around to help me find a job.
So I woke up feeling good about from the dream, but spent the day, not in Portland, but packing the moving van in very rainy, moderately cold, very slushy weather. Not as bad as I thought it would be, overall just very glad to be packing up and shipping out.