Four nights after we rediscovered the stone, I had a strange, short dream. I had been pondering since we found it, about its meaning, use and history. My initial feelings as I stood near it were of awe, wondering how many forgotten people and generations received food and medicine from it. That was juxtaposed against my concern over today's news stories food shortages, tainted medicine and people who have no hope of taking care of themselves in an even minor societal breakdown.

That forth night, I woke in the middle of my sleep after a brief vivid dream. I dreamed I was standing by the stone. I wasn't looking at it, but I knew I was there because I was looking out over the landscape that surrounded it, a spring-fed pool lined with high bush wild blueberries spreading between two small hills. It was night and the sky was filled with hundreds of small lights...fireflies! They danced...and just as suddenly as saw I their beauty, they changed. The fireflies became snowflakes, swirling as in the leading edge of winter storm bearing down.

 

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