I’m in an office warehouse. Most everyone from the office has left. I’m trying to pick up things a bit as I still need to work. A woman is giving me a laptop. It’s very small. I open the lid and the keyboard is really strange. It unfolds in three sections and the characters on the keys don’t look like English.

I’m with William. He wants me to sing songs. He hands me a little black bear, about the size of the palm of my hand. As I take it, it falls open. It turns out that where the spine of the bear is is a hinge and the bear opens. Out falls the things that make it rattle. The only thing that stands out is a little black die with white dots. I start to put the things back in but mixed in is a little dried oak leaf. I’m trying to get it out and William tells me to leave it. That’s already in there for a reason. I get the bear back together and start rattling and start waiting for a song to come through. It’s the Ojibwe creation song. A woman stops me to ask what I’m singing. I’m stuck between being upset that should would stop the song just to ask what I’m singing, and frustrated that the complete song was still dropping in. I’m in that in-between place. Then I realize that I don’t exactly know what the song means.

Baffled, left brained, trying to sink into right brain.

I’m standing with a group of people and watching Lauri get ready for a ceremony. I walk really close to her and everyone follows. A feather that I’ve put on the altar falls off and Mel points it out. Lauri asks people not to crowd her. She sees the feather and picks it up and puts it with some other items she has on a table.

I’m walking with Lauri near a building, kind of like a hotel. It’s Spanich architecture. I see a beautiful grouping of flowers along a wall. There’s one indigo blue pot there that stands out. I want to take a picture.

I’m sitting with Lauri, Jan and Karen in a room. Again there’s something beautiful I want to take a picture of and I’m trying to get the camera on my cell phone at the right angle to focus.

Everything is beautiful.

I feel relaxed.

There’s a man in a hotel room. He’s me as a black haired younger man, and not me at the same time. He has an exotic cardinal that he’s not supposed to have in his room. He needs to escape. He wraps the cardinal in some clothing and is leaving the hotel but needs to get the authorities off his back.

There’s a man that is accosting a man with a white dog. They think he’s taken the dog and that it’s magical or something. It’s kind of invisible. He’s trying to tell them they’re mistaken and that the dog belongs to him.

The man with the cardinal sneaks out and it heading over a very large open area with roads running through it. There are fours guys on electric bikes, kind of like hoodlums. They’re jumping and racing around. One sees the man and lays his bike down nearby. I become more of the man. Is the biker approaches, we’re wondering if we should try to convince the biker to leave us alone because the cardinal could get hurt or worse.

Worried, intense, espionage, rushing.

Mel and I are buying a mansion. Andy is with us. We’re in a room that I think Andy is going to move into. It’s attached to a huge room with three kitchens. One of the brothers, the last to live there is cooking a beautiful large piece of prime rib. We’re looking at rearranging how another kitchen in the room is laid out and moving the counter around tho I believe we have to move it back how it was.

We go to another room that’s perfect for performance with a stage. We go to another room that has huge plate glass walls and doors. There’s a kitchen and bathroom. The shower is being used. The room has beautiful stained glass mosaic tiles on the walls and mirrors on the ceiling. It would make a perfect yoga studio.

We go outside with one of the sisters and she’s telling us that each of the 4 kids had their own vineyards and she shows up the equipment. The pastural hills are gorgeous. She jokes that everyone said her grapes were sour.

Exhilerated, fun, happy.

Mel and I walk in the front door. On the floor of the living room is one of my parent’s suitcases open with clothes out. On top is a large black scorpion. I rush to get something to catch it with in the kitchen. I find a crystal glass bowl with hand blown designs on the rim. I rush back to the living room and put it over the scorpion. I hear a loud whirring sound and the scorpion spins around and around the inside of the bowl until it shatters and scorpion runs off. I have no idea where it went.

Concerned, worried