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.
