roswell

My small town had been turned into a craft fair/festival. My friends had set up booths around town. My wife and I have a booth, she's selling yoga CDs and I'm doing psychic readings.

Some friends of ours, C and S stop at our booth. C gives me a suitcase. I open it and there is a compartment inside that holds a key. C walks away to get the thing that the key opens.

Another friend, Michael comes by and asks me to go with him to his booth, which is on the other side of town. I walk with him and see his booth, which is like a canopy, where he is going to play his didgeridoo. (In waking life, Michael and I had played didge and hand drum at a healing circle at the Farmer's Market yesterday).

Then I remember that C was going to bring something that I had been given the key for. I tried to run back to our booth but now it was like an obstacle course. I had to climb over, wade through, crawl under all kinds of obstacles.

I woke up, and decided to re-enter the dream. I listened to the sound current and was back in the dream. I found my way back to the booth but C had not returned yet. As I waited I lost the dream.