What did you dream?
Last night I dreamed that I had a hummingbird, apparently dead, that was hanging by a hook from an also-dead pomegranate tree in my old back yard. I took it down from the hook and infused it with deep drafts of water, repeatedly, carrying it around with me while a large number of skeptical people got ready for some kind of fair. Finally after many such infusions it came back to life and shook out its wings! Then it manifested itself as a little old man in a pink cape, and took part in a foot race. It kept falling down, and was badly outrun by Mick Jagger & Rod Stewart -- but it kept getting back up, too. I don't know why, but I woke up in tears.