Morning of November 27, 2013. Wednesday.

In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our children are in our backyard in perhaps late morning, seemingly of the home we live in now on W Street. There are some differences though, one being that the gate is more towards the middle of our fence on the west side of the property, and there are also additional trees. At least four miniature resplendent quetzals fly around, both males and females. At times though, it seems like they may also be a rare species of hummingbird. (Hummingbird and quetzal composites have appeared in previous dreams.) There is a heightened awareness of beauty and peace. The vibrant energies of the reds, greens, and blues move through the air as they seem interested in the flowers growing near one tree near our fence. My wife watches them cheerfully. At times, they seem more and more like hummingbirds (or perhaps just with hummingbird heads and way of flight - as their wings are sometimes moving more like that of a bee). It is like a special mystery or “visit” for our eyes only. I am sort of puzzled as to what they really are but feel they are like a special gift in some ways. (A quetzal also appeared in probably the most vivid dream I ever had in my lifetime, on Easter morning of 1986, age 25.)

Amusing trivia: Curiously, the audio reversal of “quetzal” sounds just a little like “Aztec” (ket-so…os-tek), whereas “Quetzalcoatl” sounds a little like “little old Aztec”.