Dream

Who were they, the people in my dream? I mostly saw their outstretched hands as I handed them glazed and patterned pieces of...pottery? Pieces of something that had something to do with each person's identity, each person's relation to me...

Ah well, as far as dreams go, this one was beautiful and mysterious and not too upsetting. Pieces of creativity, pieces of poems I think as I type this, which brings the dream back in a little more detail. I dream in color, but this dream was in earthtones. Perhaps my dreams are being influenced by my typical collage palette?

Why were they not each choosing their own? Perhaps they were.

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memory
plus
dream

[each]
choosing
just
the
right
shard
for
each