Magical box brought by friends

Last night, I dreamed there was a flood in my backyard. The creek was rising as my friends and I looked on, and then decided it was time to head for higher ground. I woke up, it was still early, so I went back to sleep and dreamed I was heading to a ritual with a friend, telling her to dress warmly because our rituals are always outside. As I woke up, I realized I'd forgotten an important box, that I really needed for this ritual. I wondered a bit about why the box was so important, and what that could mean. Then fell back asleep to find that my friends had brought the box to the ritual after all. The ritual was on a barge, on the flooded creek from my first dream.

Now I think the box is the important parts of myself that I tend to forget about. And it's no accident that it was my friends who brought this box to me. I think that's what friends do -- they remind us of the important parts of ourselves that we forget about, and that we need. Certainly that's what my friends do. The best part of my dream was the feeling of relief and gratitude that they'd brought this very important box with them. Oddly enough, the box was a plain cardboard box, filled with white sheets.

So, to my friends who are reading this: Thank you!! You bring me back to myself, and I'm very grateful.
much love,
Kelpie