one time i had a dream that i was travelling cross country by bus.
i missed the bus in west winnemucca, nevada. i wasn't the only one. there were five other travelers. while we were waiting for the next bus to come each of us was given a bowl by a pixie lady. these vessels were to be passed on to a group of dancers in denver.
while we were each carrying our bowl we felt its power try to move us to dance. we attempted to resist it as much as possible, but it still made us tap our feet -- at the very least.
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