A dream I had

[MrRazot]

I've been having an awesome time recently with my work and friends, but today I feel depressed and like a piece of me has died and I haven't felt this way in a very long time.

Last night I dreamt I found a box. Upon opening the box I found an injured falcon who had been seemingly abandoned in the box. I freed the falcon and helped it to full strength. This wasn't a normal falcon, but the physical manifestation of my fursona in feral form. I called him Perry and he became my pet and best friend. I can still remember the special whistle I used to call him with.

The bulk of the dream is bonding with him and doing awesome stuff, however towards the end of the dream, it takes a sudden turn for the worst and he succumbs to his original injuries, dying very suddenly and fading away. The weirdest part is when he faded away, he left something like a small tree or plant of some sort.

Now I consider my fursonas to be a part of me and I literally feel like part of me has died. I know dreams aren't real, but then neither are fursonas.

Not really sure how to go about all of this, but I can help but wonder if this part of me has died and if anything should come after this.

[Drakeyboy]

I know what you mean Raz. And I think I have a suggestion but i need some questions awnsered first before I say the wrong thing.

How long have you had this fursona?

Was there anything special about this sapling?

what did the box look like?

[MrRazot]

Clean cardboard box
Nothing in particular
Pfft, nearly 3 years

[Drakeyboy]

Sorry about the delay. I waz a bit busy.

As for my response I can't be too certain but maybe your subconscious is telling you you have changed, useing your sona as a representation of the old you.

That's the way I see it anyway. Ultimately it's how you interpret the dream.

[Rho'Syn Ilwynog]

That sounds pretty prophetic. Good on you for getting into your fursona so much