Xinia's dream

A week before we received the announcement of my Uncle Floyd's death, my daughter Xinia had the following dream:

"The dream took place in our old house in Plano, Texas.    There was a white owl in my bedroom.    I approached the white owl with my arm outstreached to reach it.  It climbed from my bedroom windowsill  to my hand and walked on my arm.    In the next scene I"m outside in front of the house.    I lifted my arm upwards toward the sky and the owl flew away."

In our native culture, a while owl always brings news of death.