So, my brain has been a little overwhelmed.
Maybe it’s overheating or something.

I have been busy. Very busy.
We’re in the heart of St. Pat’s season (I’m involved with the organization that puts on the parade here in St. Paul). We’re doing our fundraising, holding events and whatnot.

And I’ve been dancing a bunch.
Like, 4-5 days a week – occasionally more.

And I just got the “girl flu”. So my body hates me.

But last night was weird. And I wonder if it’s all the stress.
But, then again, maybe it’s something else.

I had a strange dream.
I was standing in a museum (note: I haven’t been to a museum in years). I couldn’t actually tell you what was around me, because I could only look, and move, forward.
I could hear the sound of my footsteps on the marble floor. The sharp, almost exaggerated,  click-click-click-click that you would hear with hard heels – like stilettos, which I was not wearing; I think I had flats on.
As I walked through the sections, there were pieces of art, collections of bones, dioramas of civilizations past. I recall the feeling of being sent back in time – not totally unlike the feeling I got every time I have ever been in a museum or when I watch a well-made documentary, or read a great book (fiction or not).

When I finally reached the end of the hall, which seemed to go on forever, by the way, I had to choose left or right.
To the left was a brightly-lit hall with an orange door at the end.
The right was not as bright, but had these really cool sconces on one side of the hall (the left side). Each sconce held a different colored candle – Red, Green, and White.
Each candle had a symbol on it – waxing moon, full moon, waning moon.

The door seemed old.
It wasn’t steel or wood. It may have been resin or stone.
It was cold and rough.
And it was plain, save one feature.

At about chest level was this:

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image.

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image – which is not exactly what I saw, but pretty darn close..

 

There was no handle on the door. No hinge, no window.
It was just a wall.
Or so I thought.

I ran my fingers over the image, feeling the deep grooves where it had been carved in.
Like something out of Indiana Jones (yes, I watch too much tv), the figure on the right pushed in and the door slid open.

And I found…
Nothing.

The space was empty, but it was warm, and there was a light shining from above. It was a soft light, glowing and catching little flecks of dust and whatnot as it floated through the air.

Looking around, there were glyphs on the walls, nothing I can truly remember, but figures and pictures – just like in documentaries.

Someone had obviously been here before, there were marks on the floor: foot prints, shoe prints, skids. It looked like animal tracks, too, large and small ones. They seemed to walk around the room in  a circle, so I followed the path. It spiraled, from the door around the room and in toward the center. As I walked, I could here music – it was a song I knew (I figure this fit into the dream because I had recently found it on youtube and added it to my favorites list).

At this point, I don’t know if my rational brain was taking over, or if I was still exploring.
I swayed to the music as I walked, and felt the warmth of the room envelope me.

I hadn’t noticed it before, because maybe it wasn’t there, but in the center of the room, there was a small stone. It was so covered in dust that I couldn’t tell it’s real color. I knelt down to pick it up and found that it was smooth and warm and it hummed.
I could feel a slight vibration, a rolling sensation in my palm.
I stroked the stone, which was only about the size of my palm, and cleared away the dust. As I cleaned it, the vibration became more intense, the sound – a low, rolling sound – grew louder. It wasn’t loud, really, it just became more audible.

I blew the rest of the dust off and looked at the onyx stone. There were slight green and gold flecks in it. It was like I was holding stars in my hand.

I sat down, in the center of the room, and pondered this little galaxy I had found.
Was there life?
Was someone or something looking up wondering if I was a god looking down upon them?
Was this just a really cool rock?

I swayed with the music, gazing into the sparkling stone, humming with it.

I began to feel very tired, so I sat myself in a meditation posture and closed my eyes, cradling the stone in my hands. It felt so warm and soothing.
I may have nodded off, because the next thing I knew, there was a feeling of pressure on my leg. Like being poked by small fingers.
As I opened my eyes, I found a small cat sitting in my lap, kneading my thigh. She looked up (I don’t know if it was actually a ‘she’) made a circle in my lap and plopped down, purring softly.
She wore a gold collar with a little black stone hanging where a bell might normally be. She had electric green eyes that occasionally glanced at me, as if to tell me that I shouldn’t stop with the pets or scratches.
And we just sat there, listening to soft music and enjoying each other’s company.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

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