UFO, MOVE TO A NEW HOUSE, FLYING HORSE

Two distinct dreams from last night:

Dream 1:

I am outside, as are many people in the neighbourhood.  It is a warm spring evening, with the long shadows just starting in the East.  A woman (my mother, perhaps?) is with me and we are just ambling down the street.

Suddenly, I tense up and look behind us.  I scan the darkening sky, because I know I'm going to see - yes!  There it is!  A bright glow, coming ever closer to us.  As it nears, we can now distinguish the various rows of lights as this UFO whirled like a spinning top.  Now another light joined it, a more conventional one - a military helicopter appears opposite the UFO and begins shooting at it.

Many people scream and run for cover.  For some reason, I feel it necessary to stay and watch this brilliant dog fight and calmly sit down on the curb.  The woman joins me.

Dream 2:

Some family members (very indistinct but just there) and I move into an old house.  It's very large, with gleaming wooden floors and trim, wide doorways, high ceilings and big windows everywhere.  Another family moves into the same house, and there is a bit of tension at first, but then I begin to realize that the place is certainly big enough for us all.  In fact, going through one doorway, I discover a whole new section, like a duplex.

Excitedly, I go back to the other side, and tell them of this find.  I tell everyone that it's like it was made for the two families, with enough bedrooms for all.  Since the other family, consisting of a mother, father and two near-adult sons (feels like they're of Mexican descent), is the larger one, they get the larger side of the house, the one I discovered, and they happily begin moving into their space.  In the meanwhile, I am busy trying to arrange the furniture, which suddenly seems very sparce and inadequate, in our area. I am dancing around this big room, thinking with delight how wonderful it would be to hold my meetings and rituals here. Further exploration shows another smaller room, and this one is filled with built-in cabinets.  Some of them have been spattered with white paint, and I make plans to have them restored to their natural beauty, especially the ones that have heavy leaded glass doors.  I immediately ear-mark this room to be the library/dining room.

It is becoming a very harmoneous and happy combined household.  In the many activities, I am now busy cutting out some fabric on a long table and am approached by one of the young men.  He's curious about the markings on the pattern, and I explain what the notches mean, "This is where the material in joined together for sewing".  He nods his understanding and somehow turns this into a complex mathematical equation that obviously means something to him.  In fact, he says this was the key he needed in understanding a specific scientific problem he's encountered.

I am pregnant. I know that I am close to my time and feel very calm about the impending event. I also know that I'm going to have a little girl. Suddenly, or perhaps as is the way of dreams, a passage of time that blurs, I know that it has passed, but I have no baby in my arms. It's almost as though it never happened, except that by the shape of my belly, it has. Again, I feel very calm about it - all is as it should be. (Imbolc message, perhaps?)

The final image I rememer is me looking out the patio doors on the beautiful mountain side that we face on one side.  It is getting dark, and I feel the need to go outside, which I do.  This is our back yard, with many garden plots of both flowers and vegetables.  Lovely, peaceful, the air is sweet, but I feel tense, scanning the top of the mountain ridge.  There!  I see it now - I gaze in amazement and awe as the powerful image of a galloping majestic horse materializes from the shadows.  I feel something very sacred has just blessed me and mine...