Hello can someone please help me analyse this passage of the "odyssey" with these questions:

What literary moves (figurative language, structure, irony, characterization, setting, rhythm, rhyme) does the author make to advance the purpose of the passage? How does this passage connect to the rest of the text? How can you connect the passage to your life, other books, movies, or the world?

here is the passage:
But please, read this dream for me, won’t you? Listen closely … I keep twenty geese in the house, from the water trough they come and peck their wheat—I love to watch them all. But down from a mountain swooped this great hook-beaked eagle, yes, and he snapped their necks and killed them one and all and they lay in heaps throughout the halls while he, back to the clear blue sky he soared at once. But I wept and wailed—only a dream, of course— and our well-groomed ladies came and clustered round me, sobbing, stricken: the eagle killed my geese. But down he swooped again and settling onto a jutting rafter called out in a human voice that dried my tears, ‘Courage, daughter of famous King Icarius! This is no dream but a happy waking vision, real as day, that will come true for you. The geese were your suitors—I was once the eagle but now I am your husband, back again at last, about to launch a terrible fate against them all!’ So he vowed, and the soothing sleep released me. I peered around and saw my geese in the house, pecking at their wheat, at the same trough where they always took their meal.” “Dear woman,” quick Odysseus answered, “twist it however you like, your dream can only mean one thing. Odysseus told you himself—he’ll make it come to pass. Destruction is clear for each and every suitor; not a soul escapes his death and doom.” “Ah my friend,” seasoned Penelope dissented, “dreams are hard to unravel, wayward, drifting things— not all we glimpse in them will come to pass … Two gates there are for our evanescent dreams, one is made of ivory, the other made of horn. Those that pass through the ivory cleanly carved are will-o’-the-wisps, their message bears no fruit. The dreams that pass through the gates of polished horn are fraught with truth, for the dreamer who can see them. But I can’t believe my strange dream has come that way, much as my son and I would love to have it so. One more thing I’ll tell you—weigh it well. The day that dawns today, this cursed day, will cut me off from Odysseus’ house. Now, I mean to announce a contest with those axes, the ones he would often line up here inside the hall, twelve in a straight unbroken row like blocks to shore a keel, then stand well back and whip an arrow through the lot. Now I will bring them on as a trial for my suitors. The hand that can string the bow with greatest ease, that shoots an arrow clean through all twelve axes— he’s the man I follow, yes, forsaking this house where I was once a bride, this gracious house so filled with the best that life can offer— I shall always remember it, that I know … even in my dreams.”