Pleasant Dreams?

I met the morning with a short, vivid dream. In the dream, I opened the back door of the Peach Clubhouse and squeezed through the door to stand on the little porch overlooking the line of trees that grow along the creek beside the cemetary. As I stood on the little porch, a beautiful grey dove flew down to land at my feet. But — just about to land — she braked hard, reversed in a fluff of feathers, and flew away.