I dreamt that I visited a bird sanctuary. This was my first visit to such a place. The sanctuary was situated in an enormous wooded park with many hotel facilities in small pavilions. There were many people around, too. Most of them walked about with binoculars on their chests. But the birds were not afraid of people, and they could be watched at close range. I remember stepping out of one of the hotel pavilions and seeing a finch of some kind flutter to a feeding place right next to me. There were six or eight pots with seeds of different colors arranged in two rows at the side of a large planter with small trees and shrubs. The bird landed on the brim of one of the pots. It was within my reach. The only other thing I remember is talking about my surprise at the sanctuary with several young people. There were about seven or eight of them. We were in a small bus on our way to another hotel facility. I was talking about the effort it must have taken many people to build such a magnificent sanctuary. And their love for the birds. As I was talking, my voice started cracking. Touched by my emotions, everyone in the group turned toward me. Unable to speak, I just nodded at them, and some of them nodded back. Soon afterwards I woke up.