I was at a festival in the deep, mossy woods. The fest was ending and we were hiking out of the woods, back to cars, perhaps. Along the trail, I passed an area I had been before. It was off the main walkway and was surrounded by tall, mossy trees. I diverged from the path and headed for the small grove.
As I got to the trees, I realized the forest floor was made up of giant crystals. I wondered why I hadn't seen them before and then I remembered that the last time I was here, it was under snow. As I continued to look around, my excitement grew. There were heaps of crystals of every kind surrounding me. I got greedy and wanted to keep some of them, but just as quickly realized that if I were to disturb any of these precious items, I needed to ask the spirit of the forest first.
In the grove, there was an area where four moss-covered, seat-shaped stumps were circled. I sat in the one facing east and prayed to the elders and the spirits of the forest, not to be angry if I kept some of the crystals. Very soon I felt elevated and I felt a chill come over me and I knew the spirits had spoken. I didn't feel any negative energies, so I stepped up to look for a few that I couldn't live without. The forest floor was covered in large matrices of turquoise-blue calcite. I ran my hands over the smooth bumps and wished I could find a piece small enough to take.
Then a man appeared. He was the forest shaman/care taker. I thought I was in trouble. But instead he instructed me to be quiet. As I stood still and quiet, a whole group of people gaggled past, coming from the festival. I could see the danger in giving away this location, so I decided to proceed with caution.
Dan soon joined me and I explained. I told him he could choose one to keep. He found a smoky quartz but it was so huge, he could barely carry it. He was trying desperately to keep it but couldn't get a grip on it.
As we looked through the heaps of stones, the forest became a shop. It was still remote and in the forest, but now there were stairs up to a second level. I asked if I could go up there. It had rows and rows of small drawers, filled with curiosities. As I got to the top of the stairs, I realized that it was a tattoo shop too. The artist who had been there before had been highly reputable and respected, but now he was no longer working there.
I asked the shaman if there was any way I could work at this tattoo shop. He seemed pretty positive that it could work out. I was thrilled and began exploding with excitement at the prospect of being able to live in such a cool, beautiful place (which, in the dream, was on Orcas Island).
Finding Crystals in the Woods...