Okay, so background of this dream. I met this guy Derek this summer. He is probably one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. He has turned my life around completely and sometimes I wonder what I would do without him. Derek is 15, just like myself. I am a very realistic person, so it is taking a lot from me to even consider to read into a dream. Derek has pale blue eyes, it is the first thing I noticed about him. Derek is also half-Mexican, so with his tan skin, his eyes pop even more. I had just met him, and about two weeks later, I had this dream, and I've had this dream about 50 nights out of the approximately 60 days I've known him. And that is not an exaggeration. Now, the little girl Ember in the dream, which I'll tell you about in a second, but the little girl, I've had her in my dreams before, I've always pictured her as my daughter and I never knew who the father was until, when I met Derek, I dreamed about her again, and he was the father. My best friend, had a dream that Derek and I were married as well, and I had a little girl that looked exactly like the "Ember" I pictured. But the scariest part wasn't the fact that the girl looked the same. It was the fact that her name was Ember. That is what I have wanted to name my first daughter since I can remember, and my friend dreamt that I had a little girl named Ember. I had never told my friend, or anyone for that matter that I wanted to name my daughter that. I didn't tell anyone, and that was the name that Megan, my friend, had come up with for that little girl. Okay, that is the background.
 
My dream is as follows.
 
I am in this room, it's all white, I mean pure white, not tainted in any way. Pure. True. Right. It's a room with no windows, no doors. Everything is white. Up against the back wall, there is this bed. The sheets are white, I'm wearing white, I mean everything is white. Except for the wood. The wood of the bed is a cherrywood or a mahogny. It's a dark wood. I am laying on the right side of the bed, and right next to me is this little boy; he looked exactly like Derek, just younger. And next to the boy is Ember, the little girl I've dreamed so frequently about. Finally, on the left side of the bed, there is Derek. And my dream is of me waking up and looking across our two young ones and seeing Derek awake watching us sleep. Then I go back to sleep.
 
That is it. It is just this scene that plays itself over and over and over again. I always feel like I'm at home in that room, like I'm at peace. But the strangest thing about it is the fact that Derek and I don't look any older. We haven't aged at all in that dream. We are both 15 in that dream. It is the strangest thing. I have no idea. I've been told that I was forseeing my own death, and ever since I was a little girl, I always thought that I was going to die young. It is just something I've always thought. The color white is symbolizing an ending to me because I'm finally happy in that dream, and once you are happy, you have nothing to strive for. That is why I view this dream as an ending. I've never been afraid of dying; the only thing I'm afraid of is losing someone I love, and the white symbolizes love for me as well.
 
I have no idea =D if you would kindly help think this through with me, that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much.

Shannon