Please let it be a dream...please let it be a dream...

I've been told by a few people that my house-buying dream is one of the weirder things that they've read...maybe a little creepy, maybe a little too detailed.

But something happened on the way to work that made my dream seem less creepy in comparison.

I was driving down Fowler Ave., which is the street that the University of South Florida is on. Rush hour traffic was pretty heavy, but I was moving at a brisk speed. Up ahead, I see a black dot on the road and cars trying to avoid the dot. As I get closer, it's apparent that the cars are avoiding road kill, maybe a dark possum.

As I got closer, I realized that this was the remains of part of a rather large black bird, maybe a vulture or wild turkey. There was no head, just indiscriminate bits ground into the pavement. While gross, the creepiest part was that the entire wing was intact and there was no mistaking that this was a really large bird when alive.

I started to get creeped out the closer I got. I hate road kill anyways. But I wasn't prepared for what happened when the air streaming off my car brought that wing to life, flapping wildly from off the ground as I passed.

It was like some ominous visual from a Tim Burton movie and it's still creeping me out.