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Dream in the middle of a restless night: I'm waiting at the ferry terminal and have bought some jewelry from a Native man. He shows up, hands a purchased item to someone else, but when he sees me, he says "I have some things for you." I make an anticipatory sound, to which he quirks his lips as if dubious I should be excited to receive these things. Then he turns and digs in a bag for a bit.
When he turns around, he has a leather sachet in his hand and some items in the other. As he feeds them into the sachet, he tells me what they are... but in his own tongue, which I can't understand. I try hard to follow as he gets more and more frustrated with my lack of comprehension. Finally, he just hands me the sachet with a helpless shrug. I want to show him the gift is appreciated, so I hug him, pushing my forehead under his chin in a cat gesture. I feel the warmth between us as I do so, and he chuckles in surprise and hesitantly puts his hands on my back for a moment, not quite a hug. I feel like we both know it was a meaningful exchange, despite the lack of communication.
Other things happen in the dream for awhile, things that aren't important enough to remember. Suddenly I remember the sachet and am worried it's been lost. I find it in my coat pocket and decide to finally look inside. It's empty. I wake up.
When he turns around, he has a leather sachet in his hand and some items in the other. As he feeds them into the sachet, he tells me what they are... but in his own tongue, which I can't understand. I try hard to follow as he gets more and more frustrated with my lack of comprehension. Finally, he just hands me the sachet with a helpless shrug. I want to show him the gift is appreciated, so I hug him, pushing my forehead under his chin in a cat gesture. I feel the warmth between us as I do so, and he chuckles in surprise and hesitantly puts his hands on my back for a moment, not quite a hug. I feel like we both know it was a meaningful exchange, despite the lack of communication.
Other things happen in the dream for awhile, things that aren't important enough to remember. Suddenly I remember the sachet and am worried it's been lost. I find it in my coat pocket and decide to finally look inside. It's empty. I wake up.
