It was about a Lapwing. I was on the patch, and a Lapwing flew over. It was the most vivid, real Lapwing you could imagine, with perfect Lapwing wings, rounded, floppy, and slightly narrower near the body, a perfect Lapwing flight, doing perfect Lapwing jinking. In my dream I punched the air, for it was a patch year-tick. Can I count it?