Another dream. About flying animals.

I had a strange lucid dream tonight. I's been a long time.
I was in my bed and I have been awaken often. My father brought a parcel, and I saw N** handle it. A small parcel from the UK. When I woke up later, I wondered if I had dreamed this so I watch at my bedside and there was another parcel I was expecting. Between all this, I was dreaming.
The room was exactly alike: My bed against a wall, N**'s bed on my left, against the wall. The window on my right and face to me, on the other wall, a wardrobe. But this time, when I opened the eyes, the wardrobe has disappeared and my mother was in the room, wiping the wall. It stroke me because a part of wallpaper was missing close to the plinth and it is not my father style to do this so I knew it was a dream.
I couldn't get any explanation about the wardrobe. Where was it? Where are the clothes now? Would it stay that way??
My mother was extremely decided but not by her own. As if she did all this with a void energy and someone else commanded to clean all this out. But she was satisfied with the result. N** was on the left side, sitting on her bed, silent. I would say resigned, but it seemed she approved this and she probably took part of the cleaning. All this while I was sleeping.

Something grabbed my attention: a butterfly came around me and as I left the head, I saw several butterflies, all different. They didn't go away whatever the window was open. They remained to the ceiling. I even described some to my mother who eventually disappeared for the rest of the dream.

As I stand up, I realized we could manage the furniture differently since that wardrobe left more space. Besides the wardrobe, there is a library that I turned to 90°.
I started to think about accomodating the desk for N**, but I felt like a gentle slap on the back of my head. Something saying I should deal with my own instead.

So I ended beyond the limit of the room. As if a new little workspace appeared, it looked more like an office with dark plaster ceiling, no lightening. And a light seemed to come from a lo,ely alarm spot. There was a window but it was dark anyway. It was a double walled reinforced glass bay like I knew at school. Usually, glass was sealed with cement. A part of it was broken , as if a square was missing and it allowed me to see that double glass wall with 30 cm in between. I watched there because I heard a she blackbird. It was on its nest and I saw well its eye, it was staring at me without fear while being on its nest, singing. Close to my nose I founded a dead blackbird. A male one. I tried to call someone to show what I founded and heard, but I was alone so I put the dead bird on the edge if the window and I turned back. There was plenty of furniture I didn't know. Modern, half way between office furniture and white plexiglass 60's furniture. Pretty kitsch, but I liked it. My huge metal canteen full of art supplies was there too, not in the room as N** disliked it much and wanted this to leave.

On my left (the actual back of the wardrobe) I saw a square room, a black cube and the switch was not a button, it was a button you can turn each time it was casting a dull light as if you watched diapositives. It irritated me to be unable what was in that room. It was purely aesthetic so I left. Right after this, there was what I first thought to be a cupboard but in fact it was more a tap with a pipe, I left and saw a restroom. N** appeared and opened the door widely to reveal a weird situation: it was a bowl with its seat and cover, but it was like suspended to the ceiling of a machines room or a underground parking lot. The idea to use this feared me so I turned the head and there was a whole serie of cabin: from a simple board with a hole (the old rest room in mine workers houses used to be like this) but no space under to ugly toilets on freeways.

Toilets, toilets... Then I woke up. Guess where I needed to go first??