Last night I dreamed I was in a foreign land,
in a dizzying maze of wonder and chaos.
I was shopping (a recurring theme) in an
outdoor marketplace with intriguing little side roads,
(kind of like Marrakech).
I came upon a cave-like alcove.
An old woman sitting on a bench,
sat up and beckoned me to follow....
down a damp, musty stairwell we went, arriving
in a small room lit by candlelight,
illuminating a myriad of tchotchke owl figurines.
One in particular, caught my eye,
carved out of wood. As I gazed at it,
it blinked, and I realized
it was alive...
The old woman felt familiar, yet
resembled no one I have ever met.
I woke up wondering,
"Did this really happen?"
