In my dream I walked towards my father, he died in 1981, he was smiling and holding for me four white flowers buquets and one empty vase among them also wraped in a white paper. Flowers were fresh, blooming, and I didn't know which one to choose, I took the one, believe Margareits
And than I was out and there was a huge bee in something that looked not exact as a flower, She was there at the ground and than starting to fly towards me and I was a little concerned but than changed direction and flew up infront of me in an oprostite direction, and I could see she had huge honey or similar at her feet that she collected and bringing upwards...
Regards
Ticice