Luke, Resus, Cleo and I were feral, which meant, living in the wild without any clothes - except for Cleo of course, because she still wears bandages. We were playing near this muddy river, and in the process, we got as dirty as we thought we would be - we even covered our bodies with mud from the river bank. Remember that scene in Tarzan where Tarzan covered himself in mud trying to make himself look like an ape? That scene was featured a few years ago in Greystoke: The Legend Of Tarzan when Tarzan was playing with one of his fellow apes. Well, it was like that, but in a fun and natural kind of sense.
Our friend the eagle (remember her from the first dream we were feral?) flew in and made us take a bath in the nearby water so we can clean off the mud. She was kind and trusting like she was when we slept in her nest. Cleaning ourselves in the water was even more fun than covering ourselves with mud, yet it was very tranquil and full of life, reviving our hearts and letting us, inside, hear them beat with the rhythm of our wild home.
And what was an eagle's was of drying her young? With her feathers of course! Feathers tickle when you're being dried off by an eagle, and that's how we felt.
In real life, if I were to play in the mud, bathe in a river and dry myself in towels made of bird feathers, this is eventually a sign you, or even a werewolf, a vampire or an Egyptian mummy for instance, were living with nature.
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