Shaking the wing of a seagull

I used to dream a lot but not as much anymore. I tend to forget them all or not dream at all. And it's been a very long time since I've had an amazing dream. So I thought I'd get this one down before the events all disappear.

I was in a tiny coffee shop and a young girl was showing me the machinery she uses. There was something that resembled a cake tin with a whirly thing inside of it going round and round (can't recall the name of it as I'm still full of sleep!). It was mixing chocolatey water with some chocolatey powder which looked like it had just been added. The girl rummages around with other metal food machinery, worried that something is not done correctly (probably something like food being on the stove too long). I've no idea what these machines are making. I'm more of an observer.

Anyway, I appear just outside of the shop to talk to "something". This "something" is actually a small animal. I really can't recall what animal it is but I am indeed talking to this animal and, he, back to me. I was telling him how the seagull (yes, the seagull) will not get something he wants from me unless he uses his time wisely and help other people. It would give him good experiences and he will find out if he does it. Say, for example, volunteering. The seagull could go and volunteer and he will get so much out of it.

A bit later on, the seagull flies in. There are people seated in the corner of the coffee shop (towards the left hand side as you walk into the shop if you want specifics). They were seated much like how a waiting room of comfy chairs look - in a row. Anyway, the seagull flies in and I feel very happy to see him. He doesn't settle down but seems to linger there in the air, staying just by the door. I don't say much to him but before he flew off, we shook hands/wings. What I remember most was the way his wing felt so soft as I shook it. So delicate. And so white in colour. A pure innocent white.

I thought it was an amazing dream. A dream where I talk to animals and shake the wing of a talking seagull.

On a side note, it is snowing outside. It's settling for now - a small layer but I doubt it will stay. But it does look pretty.