Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I’m in a room on a couch. To my left on the arm of the couch is a very tiny deer, no larger than a small chihuahua. Also in the room are adult male and female deer. I’m petting and scratching the baby deer which has taken a liking to me. A doe approaches me and shapeshifts back and forth into a mature woman with blonde hair. She says something to me that’s very demanding and forceful like, “You have a responsibility now” or something of that nature. I know that what she means is that this small deer trusts me and I’m not to let it down. I’m served a large bowl of a very colorful porridge. In fact in waking life, I will end up buying a bean/lentil mixture that looks very similar. The porridge is very hot and the little deer wants to stick it’s head in a eat some but I know it will burn itself. So I push it’s head back until I can tilt the bowl over and blow on part of it to cool it. The whole process is very endearing. <- pun intended.

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