Similar, very similar. Stephen hadn't gotten such a clear vision of the kind of bird in the cup but now that this man mentioned Swallows he was positive he had seen them in his dream the night before. He nodded slowly, an appreciative hum coming from his pressed together lips.
"I saw birds too. Saw them all night in my dreams dead, dead, dead. You know they're good omens sometimes, can represent freedom from worry but.. to see them dead is never good. A dead swallow is sadness that can't be avoided. Magpies are never good. They represent gossip and slander. Stitched together, you say? Perhaps it is safe to say that some gossip might result in an unavoidable woe."
Stephen sighed heavily and tried to lighten the mood considerably.
"You know you've got a very good clear inner eye, not many can boast seeing the types of birds like that. What's your name?"