I rarely dream, but I woke up this morning from the most intense, vivid dream.
I was at a book sale.
At some point, I found a big flat box with some books and papers in it. I looked through them quickly and was heading over to pay for them when a man gently pulled me aside. He introduced himself as an appraiser. Looking through the papers in the box, he picked up a drawing of a woman and gave it a value in the $50,000 range. Digging deeper into the pile of papers, he singled out a painting of a deep blue flower (I think it was monkshood, honestly) and declared it worth $200,000. And I didn’t care because it was my favourite thing in the box. I thanked him and headed off with my stash.
Somehow, I don’t remember paying for it. One of the ladies at the till was puzzled over what to charge for someone else’s purchase that was neither a hardcover nor a paperback book.
I needed somewhere to put it so I could continue looking at the sale, so I walked across the street to a building I knew that had an attic storeroom. Music stilled as I opened the door and a group of familiar faces peered at me. It was the Appalachian band I’d met while previously using this room. I’d interrupted their practice session. I apologised for interrupting their rehearsal and told them I was stashing some stuff I’d be back for later. They nodded. I stowed the box, nodded my thanks to them, and left.
As I walked back to the book sale, my husband joined me. We chatted happily as we looked through the boxes of stuff, but didn’t see anything else we wanted.
We were about to leave when I spotted a group of small objects on the corner of a table. Sidling closer, I noticed that one appeared to be a carved bone horse about the size of my palm. I couldn’t keep my hands off it.
My husband asked, “What’s that?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you,” I answered.
With the little horse snug in my hand, we walked out the door and, instead of the busy street, there was a snowy mountain landscape, quiet and still.
I raised the bone horse to my lips and its ancient song whistled out over the mountains.
And then I woke up.