Over-enthusiastic bird

Jules is a living alarm clock. Over the Holidays he let me sleep past over 9:30AM, but recently school's starting again and dad said that I should be adjusting my biological clock, to which my bird agreed. Today he woke me up at 8:30AM. Not only he knows that he should wake me sooner and when is sooner, he also knows progressive bio-clock adjustment. I know that this isn't his bio-clock doing Daylight Saving Mode because after waking me up he still naps at the usual times. He's napping on my shoulder right now. This bird should be a biology or psychology teacher/therapist.

Then again, I'm not sure if it's an eye-neck coordination thing or an intellect thing, but this other day, when my bird has a loose feather on his neck and I show it to him via a mirror, he'd try to remove it by rubbing his lower beak on me. But the feather's on his neck, not on his beak, so it doesn't come off. He sees in the mirror that it's still there, so he tries again, again only rubbing the chin on me. I get that he's trying to rub that side of his neck, and indeed the side is right, but the neck wasn't touching my body at all when he rubs like that. I suspect that his psychic body is shaped differently from his physical body and the psychic body is much bigger, thus getting a location paradox. Or he didn't know how non-puffy his feathered neck is once he is stretching it. Either way, that looked stupid.

Super Symbolic Dream?

Today morning I dreamt that I was holding a plaster bust statue, back to me, under the shower. The bust was bleeding fresh red blood from its missing lower half. I was holding it under the water flow in the hope that the plaster'll be washed off and the bust would be gone. I was trying to hold it back to me because something terrible would happen if it turned around (yes, it was trying to turn around as I held it, even if it was just a plaster bust with no lower half). Eventually the plaster was washed away, but to my surprise there was a poisonous/venomous salamander inside it and all the washing had freed it. I knew that touching it would lead to death so I tried to avoid it, but in the end it touched me anyway and I woke up.

When I woke up, the first thing I thought was "That bust must be a SCP!" Looks like Internet has done something to my mind. But really, plaster bust? Salamander? I haven't seen them for years.