Dreams feather

Ripped and burst feather pillows and duvet all over garden

In my dream, I was with a group of peers in some sort of regular building. At one point, I walked into a room and one of our superiors had a boy I had worked with tied up. The superior person threw darts at me to prevent me from saving this boy. At this point, I was able to escape but then realized I was also able to become an owl. I would flap my arms and concentrate very hard, I would then begin to feel my fingers become feathers and then would be able to take flight. Next thing I know, my group of peers and I are walking outside in the snow to escape our superiors who are after us. The area we are walking down in like a large ski run with trees far off on the sides, higher up. I try to teach the group how to become owls so that we can escape faster, but it they have trouble so we must continue on foot while trying to learn. At some points, I can see the superiors watching us from the tree line. At one point they come down to attack, to defend the group, I jump ahead and give a loud roar. This roar begins to sound anamalistic, at first I believe I am turning into a wolf but the roar then becomes more like a lion. This scars away the group of superiors for the time being. The rest of the dream is hard to remember but there are quite a few more times where I become an owl and at one moment I switch to a dove believing that this would give me a better advantage to get away from the superiors chasing us.

Talking about a feather , not seeing it

Thruogh a feather

So, it starts out in a sort of theatre setting, and my dad and one of my friends are pantomiming either a battle, dance, or both. Afterwards, my dad tells me I'm ready to see what's beyond this old-looking door I've never seen before. It was dirty and had multiple chains hanging loosely around it. My mother forbade me from ever going inside prior to, but my dad said I was ready to see what was there. As it opened, the other side was like a crypt; it was dank, and there was a heavy air around it and there were several coffins opened already. Oddly enough, most of the skeletons in the coffins were clean and ivory white, almost like the kind you would see in an anatomy class. Finally, we came up to a skeleton that was real (I figured so because it was filthy and looked like they were actually exhumed). It was my grandfather's (on my dad's side) bones, but I've never seen my grandfather, he died before I was born and the only person who talked about him was my dad. I stared at the bones for a while before my dad told me I had to pick through a few trinkets. The two things I picked were both blue; a metallic necklace with a jewel that resembled an eye that rested on my chest when I put it on, and a hair clip with two royal blue feathers sticking out. When my friend picked up the necklace, it was a metal peace symbol.