After waking up, it occurs to me that I should've stayed in the dream and said "Cut. Okay, that was great, let's get a second take. I want more emotion this time."
Last night I dreamt I lived in a nice house. I heard a noise in my back yard and three young black girls were playing back there. One of them was climbing a tree that grew right up along the house. I scared her by saying hello from the second story window when she'd climbed almost that high. She got over it, said hello back and then found a birds nest. She plucked it from where it sat.
"Don't Do That!" I told her firmly. "Put it back so the mama bird can hatch her babies."
The eggs in the nest were all different shapes and colors. The girl did not want to put it back. I took it from her, set it back, and escourted her out of the yard. THe other two girls seemed to cease to exist.
As soon as I went in my house I saw her sneaking back into the yard. I ran to a side door and cut her off. "What are you doing?"
"That Mama bird don't know what she's doing.
"You have to get out of here." I told her, and I shoved her. I don't remember much beyond this. I felt bad that I shoved the girl.