The dream started where I was sitting on a bench in a Park. There were different kinds of white birds they were sitting/flying around the bench. I would stretch out my hand and i would be able to stroke them. It seemed so peaceful around me.
Then the scenery changed, I was with my Dad (he passed away 7 years ago now) we were painting a room. I had the tin in my hand and paint brush. The color on the wall was a beautiful cream.
When i was about to paint a second color on the wall, i noticed that the paint turned blue, i looked down in the tin and saw circles of blue. The wall that my Dad and I painted cream was now becoming a light blue/
The dream ended.