Had two very interesting dreams lately. One involved dying, knowing it was coming and planning it all through so that things would happen the way I really wanted them to happen when the end came. Deliberate, peaceful almost, powerful in a "what can I do even if I have to go" way and still sad. I take it as an indicator of my new life and some real changes that have finally filtered down to my self image and knowledge.
The other was a dream of "my home" and wow it's changed since the last time I dreamed of it... it's now a gorgeous complex for learning, activities, fun!, and lots of interesting people, contents and three stories of building covering a good city block with a bunch of well utilized acerage all around. Some say that ones home in dreams is a metaphor for ones mind. I guess my dream-estimate of my head has stepped up a notch.