She was in her older years, standing in a dull grey, desolate landscape and she had a nosebleed. She was holding a bird's nest with baby birds in it. She smiled at them tenderly and sang "Have yourself a merry little Christmas" in her somewhat gravelly voice. Then she said "Fly little chickies! Fly!" and the baby birds did indeed fly off. Then I woke up. What does it mean?
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