at the very end of my dream last night I looked out of the window of the diner I was in and asked my old biology teacher, Dr. Pickering, to identify a bird I saw outside, which he did and I can’t remember what it was called, and then I asked what this one was, which he said was a ‘Zeebo’, and then we all watched a huge number of very odd birds walking along this river together and it was very nice and I miss him terribly