lately, they've been very vivid, almost Technicolor, in fact. Usually I dream that it is night, a vast dark world without color.
But twice I've dreamt of the most perfect house, cool, large, old. Many rooms, a big garden. A built-in television from the 1950s, with a metal tag identifying the maker. I can't make out the words. Wide windowsills outdoors, concrete. Outside it is cool, a bit overcast. There is a room set up as a nursery, left from the previous owners. I leave it that way, though there aren't any babies, and I don't need a child's room. Maybe this house was built in the 1920s? I feel so at home in it.
Last night I was dreaming of my mother and another house, or rather an old storefront such as you might see in Vermont. All of a sudden a flock of white owls swept around me, settled into a tree, and watched me coolly. They had round, blue eyes. They weren't large, like a Snowy Owl. More the size of a Saw-Whet Owl
The hoot of an owl in a dream is ominous, but owls seem to symbolize wisdom and virtue. Are changes on the way? I'd like to know if the house dream and the owls are connected.