Oh,
hi. I'm just roasting coffee this morning, listening to electronic
ambient music. Yes, again. I'm also remembering my dream from last
night. Huh? Well, it involved me as a wealthy businessman who is
contracting with an elderly Japanese couple to make exquisite pieces
of pottery. I'm making all kinds of money off of them, while
exhibiting what I believe to be genuine kindness. At some point of
the story (It was very much a full-length feature film) they tell me
the story of a very special piece of pottery that can be thrown. It
is made rarely and shared even more so. It is a piece that is made to
hold dreams, plans, and hopes. I remember likening it to the gift of
a Montblanc fountain pen, but more spiritual (some say one should
never purchase a Montblanc for him/herself but it should be
given/received out of admiration or as a reward). The story they tell
doesn't sound like much to me, and life goes on as usual. Later on,
something poignant happens to me, and I am stopped in my tracks.
Everything I know is destroyed, and I am laid bare before myself and
before the world. I return to the couple, who now have much more
money than I do. I ask them to create that special piece on
commission, now fully understanding its importance and meaning.
Reluctantly, they create it, and it is sublime. The piece is
presented to me with full pomp and circumstance. I take what money I
have left and pay them for the immaculate vessel. Holding it in my
hands for a full 10 seconds to admire it, I then hand it back to
them. "This is for you. Thank you." is all I say before
turning to leave. It is at this point that I awoke, breathlessly
sobbing.
All
morning, I have been trying to recall what event caused me to change.
Some dream music for your own confusing slumber.
