The White Dove

Once again, I find myself in the home I lived in as a teenager, however this time the inside of the house is familiar, but the outside is completely different. Rather than being in a suburbia landscape, it is nestled in a mountain landscape with large pine trees. In my former bedroom, I'm sitting on the bed with another person, whom I can't really see or recognize, but I know is there. This part of the dream was not vivid and hard to recall. I heard the voice of a woman who spoke in an middle eastern accent. She was explaining to me her experience of being in college. Then something happened that brought great joy to the person who was with me. It was either a phone call from a cherished loved one, a favorite song that started playing, or something similar that I knew absolutely made the person's day. At that same moment, a white dove appeared in the window sill. I expressed to the person with me that it was a further sign of him or her (I think a him) being completely blessed in that moment.

I felt as though the dove wanted to come in, so I went over to the window and opened it. As soon as I did the bird came in. I extended my hand toward the dove and it briefly landed on me and then flew away, out the room, through the hallway and into the rest of the house. I knew I needed to find it, so that it didn't get hurt and so I didn't get in trouble for letting a dove in the house.

I went out into the hall and couldn't find the bird anywhere. I went into the living room and kitchen looking in all corners, and nothing. I couldn't find it, so assumed it had gone down into the basement, which was not my favorite part of the house. I'm convinced that this part of the house was haunted in waking life and in this dream life, it seemed the same, dark, cold and inhabited by some unseen energy. Sure enough, as I entered the basement, it was dark, cold and creepy. I briefly looked in each room, but couldn't find the dove. No one would come down there with me, not even the cat, and I hated being alone down there.

I opened the door to one of the bedrooms, that was covered in mirrors against one wall. The moment I opened that door, a burst of chilling cold moved past me and I felt as though there was something else inhabiting the room that could not be seen, but felt. I could tell that a woman was staying in the room, her colorful clothes and personal belongings were strewn all over. I wondered how she could live there with the cold presence that I felt shared the room with her. I immediately left and decided it was time to get out of there. I tried to turn out all of the lights I had turned on before going back up the stairs. I knew I would not be going back down there and didn't want to leave lights on to waste electricity. However, there were many light switches on the wall and I couldn't figure out which ones turned the lights out and I flipped through many of them, some of which seemed to do nothing at all. I just wanted to get out of there. I finally got most of the lights out and saw that the light in the back bedroom was on, which I hadn't recalled being on when I was just back there. It seemed like an invitation to go back there again to turn it off, but I decided it wasn't worth it. I would rather rack up the electricity bill then go back to that room, so I finally left. As soon as I got back upstairs, the surroundings and energy felt so much better. It was bright and comfortable.

I had given up on the dove, it seemed to have just disappeared and I hoped that the cat wouldn't catch it. I went back to the bedroom in which I was originally in when the dove appeared. I looked out the window and found that in the time I was gone, someone had decorated the huge pine trees in beautiful decorations. It didn't necessarily look like holiday decorations, but something that might be found in a realm of fairies or angels.