Here is the dream.
I heard allot of commotion outside my house. I heard our small baby goat (which we do have) crying. I heard the chickens carrying-on loudly (which we also have just not that many).
I heard our calf (which we don't have) "mooing" and causing a ruckus. Basically the dog and all the animals, even those we do not have were acting strangely. I hurried to get dress and go outside.
I saw the baby calf out of our fence on the side of the road and figured I better go get it. I was looking for a Rope and saw the rope when I noticed the chickens.
We have a very beautiful plump and strong rooster with a long tail that takes care of our hens. Lately we have had only one breed of chickens called black-star. As you might guess they are shiny-black. As I was walking to get the rope for the calf I saw all the Hens huddled around the rooster. This was outside the Chicken coup and fenced in range where they should have been. Normally the hens get pecked by the rooster and even loose feathers on the back of their head and neck. This was the opposite. The rooster was week sitting on the ground almost like a hen while all the hens were around it. It was like they wanted what the rooster would normally give them but he was too weak. They had begun pecking at him and I was shocked to see how many feathers the rooster was missing. I have seen this on hens when there were too many roosters around but I was totally shocked to see the rooster in this condition. I thought he might die.
At that moment I figured the Calf in the road could wait a second while I placed the rooster back in the chicken coup with fresh grain and water to see if he would regain his strength but I was worried about all the hens and that they might not let him rest and they would peck at him in his weakened condition.
When I went and grabbed the bag of chicken-scratch grain I must have grabbed the wrong bag and it tore and ripped open pouring sugar on the ground. I figured I must have mixed up the bags and would have to now buy additional bags of sugar for my food storage. At that time the wandering calf could smell or sense the sugar and voluntarily came into the yard to see what sugar it could get from the ground while I was trying to clean it up.
I scooped up what I could and went to check the chickens that I had placed back in their coup and range. All of a sudden I saw a hen darting for the fence to get in with the rooster. That part of the fence was the bigger 4X4 inch square wire fence which some hens can manage to squeeze through. As she squeezed through the fence I could hear her feathers breaking and snapping. As she came out the other side she turned or "morphed" into a Mexican or Hispanic Lady. I marveled how her chicken feet turned into a pair of boots with very visible spurs and noticed a few long feathers on her leather clothing.
Then I saw other Hens some flying begin to enter the chicken coup and range. These were not black-star chickens so obviously not of my flock. Bewildered I sat and watched as I tried to figure out what was happening.
Then I woke up.
It was still fairly dark so I had to light an oil-lamp as I made my way to the bathroom to draw water for a bath. As the water filled I was still in the haze of sleep and reliving and remembering the dream. I chuckled to myself thinking maybe I would be the rooster and there would be too many women for me to take care of...lol
No sooner had I thought that when I heard an inner voice proclaim the rooster was our country and the hens were other countries that were used to taking what they could get from the rooster and now that the rooster is weak they still want whatever they can get and will peck at him to get it even if it will kill him.
I did not think much about the hen that turned into a lady and it made no sence during the dream but after looking at this closer it was quite obvious.
In fact most Americans are familiar with the term "Coyote" as the human trafficker that smuggles undocumented immigrants over the Southern border. While we think of a "coyote"m there is another common term most Mexicans are familiar with that most Americans don't know, which is "Pollero" which literally is someone that works with chickens and farms, raises or slaughters them and the "pollos" are the chickens or the customers of the polleros, the illegal immigrants.
I have not found any meaning for the Calfe but I do find it interesting that it came back around when the sweet sugar was spilled and lay upon the ground.