Four white doves pulled out of the flock and perched on the ledge to look at me. I went to the ledge to chase them away and I fell off the ledge, but I landed safely on the ground, on my feet.
After I landed, I looked up to see a few birds swirling around overhead and one of the birds in front of me turned into a man, a man who looked an awful lot like the High Sparrow from Game of Thrones.
End of dream.
The only part that bothered me was seeing the High Sparrow – I’m a Game of Thrones fan and I don’t like this character; I’ll spare you what I think of religious zealots.
I’ve been looking at dream interpretation sites and this is the general idea coming up the most frequently.
At least it’s not negative. Maybe it can be related to the career change I’m making – and now I’m thinking of changing my current career plans to become a dream interpreter because I’d make a fortune of off me alone.