I was dreaming I visited a house, grey and rickety and falling apart. Like a haunted house maybe but all grey wood. I was upstairs in a narrow corridor. And from one end of the hall came a god, made of light, pure white light. He was so beautiful I was speechless. Then from the opposite end of the hall came another god, he was made of pure black, it radiated off him like truth. You've never seen black like this, it was smothering, engulfing. He was also so beautiful. They didn't have actual features, just remained shining light beings. They passed each other crossing the opposite way like going down a street. I felt them as they walked by me. I don't know which one it was by he radiated cold, it was like being next to intense flame, it burnt you just by the proximity, but instead of heat it was cold. These were gods, true ones. The rest of the dreams with them isn't as clear. I vaguely recalling them taking up the task of parenting me. They became my fathers and I was really safe and cared for.