An odd dream. Traveling in a land I've never heard of, visiting a holy site, being instructed on how to put on the traditional garb before going in. Beautiful printed cloths for top and bottom, mismatched wonderful patterns, equally wild knitted ankle wraps (mine had moths fly out of them, but it didn't matter), and a stone. A plain palm sized oval gray river stone, to be rolled up in my hair with a long cloth to wrap around it, to hold it in place. I knew it was symbolic, for something...
I stared at this off and on for a couple of hours, with no idea of what was next, worked on other things, and thought about that stone.
Some story and stars on the way...
