A dream I had Wednesday, Sept. 12, 2012

I'm either guiding or driving a faded green, motorized cart on a road. I have to look over the side to make sure no one is on the road.

After I look over the side, the scenery shifts. I'm riding a bus, as a girl tells me we're going to the place where birds are born in the light of the waterfall.

When we get there it is nighttime and there is a waterfall. In the middle of the falling waters is a horizontal flare of luminous, pink light. From it comes forth a pair of white birds, which are followed by another pair of white birds.

The girl tells me that one of them was injured and either she or someone else is holding it in their hands. On the breast or belly of the white bird is a line of pink feathers.