story stones
"... recently i noticed the blanket dad gave me years ago has a leather tag on the bottom. it reads, 'spirit quest - with respect for those who sought their own destiny through a vision into the spirit world of their creator.' i never noticed it before, but i guess now that it is the only blanket i own i pay more attention. of course i love this tag and i love to be covered in this blanket now in all my gypsying and all my strange new beds.
last night i had a dream that i was living and working in a huge old building. there was something vaguely european about the whole thing. it was a residence but also a sort of venue and we were quite busy with putting on a performance. there was one main singer but it was a circus atmosphere, full of wildly dressed bohemians and street performers. i was on top of a high building looking down when i noticed a man swinging from a giant tapestry on the side of the building. the tapestry was a huge version of my blanket.
"hey!" i said to him, "you have the spirit quest blanket!"
"i do!" he responded brightly, swinging over to me.
"it's rare!" i said, "they only made a limited amount you know?"
"i know," he smiled, nodding his head.
then he looked right into my eyes with his clear blue ones and climbed up closer to me.
"the things you learn in the meta, on the adventure, are always true."
with that he swung away. it was such a powerful message that i woke myself up and texted it to myself so i wouldn't forget. of course i did forget until checked my phone over coffee. the best text ever. straight from a dream.
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