I dreamt about my grandparent’s cockatiel last night. Now both of my grandparents are desceased, rest their souls, and my father was left with their Cockatiel, whose name is Billy. In the dream, I saw two Billys, both of which were in a large two story cage, the bottom of the cage was one Billy, who was aggressive, and nipped at your fingers, would squack and act angry. At the top of the cage, was another Billy who was friendly and docile, and would want to be pet. Soft sounds would come from him. A Man, who in my mind I couldn’t pick between identifying as my father or grandfather, was petting the nicer Billy at the top of the cage, and smiling, saying that this was how Billy was supposed to be. I agreed, and started crying, and I woke up in tears.