I have a daughter in this dream. She's beautiful. Her room is completely white. I visited her once. She has thick long black hair, just like me, and she's just extremely beautiful, and I love her dearly. She's afraid however, of a black bird that perches outside her window on occasion. Even I can feel her fear. But I remember her room is all white. In this house my room is gorgeous. It's huge, and it's got a large canopy bed. The sheets and blankets are white. The dresser is huge and white as well. The bathroom is huge and has a lovely tub in it. The cool part about my room is the closet. In the back of the closet is a secret door. You can enter this door and climb a few stairs to the attic, but the door is hidden, so it's a secret attic. In the attic are lots of boxes full of dusty old toys.

I remember once in a dream something evil was in the house, so we all hid in the secret attic, and it was OK after that. The attic room is triangular shaped, and huge and dusty. Just recently I looked out at my backyard for my first time. There's a perfect view of the mountains, and the mountains are snow covered. I have a lot of
land. I think I might have animals as well. That's all I can remember.

Here's the weird thing. Always, whenever I visit this house in my dreams, I am at complete peace. I wake up peacefully and have a pretty easy-going day. My mood is great, my spirits are high.

But as of late, I've been sensing death in this house. I've been dreaming a lot about the house, more than ever before. I've had my house dream this past week a total of four times. . But I can't remember what's happening in these dreams, I just know that it has to do with the house, and I could sense death. I do remember my dream daughter had died, and I was very sad. Even throughout the day I was troubled, though I couldn't remember all the details of the dream. But ever since that dream - which I had a week ago - I've visited the house and had this awful, dreadful sense of death. I remember in my dream last night driving up the road to the house by myself and though the mountains were still beautiful, I just sensed all sorts of death.

I wonder why, after all the years of my dream being so beautiful, and leaving me with a sense of comfort, and brightening my waking hours, why is the dream now dreadful, leaving me with a sense of death in the house, and leaving me troubled throughout my day?

The daughter in the dream is also part of you -- your youthful, happy fun-loving aspect. The attic is where you keep your memories, all the precious things from your past, a place you can get to through a secret door, a secure place where you can go to feel safe even when you are feeling threatened.

The change in your recurring dream must have to do with a change in the way you are experiencing your life. You are losing touch with your youthful, fun-loving aspect. You are probably working and worrying and feeling the pressures of being an adult. You need to include more of the things that used to make you happy during your waking hours so that you can enjoy all the good feelings you used to have that for so many years produced your wonderful dreams about your wonderful dream house.