Am still pondering about why doves would burrow in the earth - presuming this is about nurture and mother earth and finding succour and comfort there. God as the gardener is an old theme but at the same time myself as the gardener having accidentally cut half myself in half? The two doves could be two parts of me - or they could represent an external relationship - a pair of doves being associated with love.
Last night I dreamt I was staying at a hotel and ordered room service - a snack. I informed the two women that the young man (in his early twenties) had said he would bring the snack up to my room. (The young man in the dream is someone I know in the context that he works at my local gym). The women were amazed that he would deliver room service because he never did that. The inference was that I was special to him and/or there was a romantic interest (not so in real life).
In my room, I found some clothes belonging to the previous occupant; clearly a middle aged male businessman. Shoes and a pair of suit trousers, folded and on the floor with the shoes on top of them, as though ready to pack but forgotten. The young man arrived with my snack, he was nervous and held the plate at an angle and a scotch pancake covered in honey slid off and fell on the carpet, there was honey on the carpet. I said it didn't matter. I walked over to the clothes and shoe and told him that someone had left their clothes in room.
It feels as though this dream is saying something about me being on a journey of letting go of the tired, middle aged male aspect of myself and uniting with a younger, fitter, more vibrant maleness, maybe. There's also something erotic about the honey and it spilling onto the carpet. Honey as rich, sweet, indulgent, nutritious....
Yet, the clothes being left - trousers and shoes, very specifically. Someone has left but has left something of himself behind; hasn't truly gone. Like the end of a relationship where he's left bits of his possessions around so somehow still claiming space.
Except, in the dream I didn't know him - he was a stranger who left before I arrived. This could refer to my father; he left when I was a small baby and I never got to meet him. Of course, he still 'left something' in my life, part of himself in me - unfinished business, luggage, baggage. So I'm asking the nervous young man, with his overflowing honey, to deal with/sort out the debris left behind by my father.