My bed is my ship. The featherbeds and pillows turn into sails and when I fall asleep, we float away into the vastness of the sky ocean. And I don't have to steer that ship, I can just sleep. It knows where it is going. It knows where we need to arrive.
And we are sailing to the upper world for answers. To the place where the wise live. We will have a little time in the upper world to ask the wise how to live, what to do, what to say, how to act. The wise ones will not tell us much, just a few words. They will show us more images and pictures. They are encoded in symbolic images. The wise from the upper world will smile quietly and say, "Go in peace."
And we will sail back. Back home. It will be dawn.
I will wake up and I will not remember everything that the upper wise said. I will remember hints, fragments. All day long I will try to remember, to put it all together. And something will come together.