Last night, I dreamt of you.
As an unseen observer, I had no contact with you, so I could not persuade you to cease your foolish activity. I watched, horrified and holding my breath, as you were attempting to rein in an electrical power-line. You had stripped off the protective grounding plastic from an old brown extension cord, the antiquated kind with a tiny plug. You were slinging forth this extension cord, as a lasso to grapple the power-line above, from which you apparently intended to steal electricity. I could hear the wire arc as you would hit it with the cord, always just narrowly missing your target.
As I continued watching the disaster about to unfold, an enormous black crow flew down out of the sky and lit on a perch near your feet. The shining black crow seemed to grow larger, and as it was so doing, it transformed into a Native American man with bright eyes and black hair. The Native American man leaned close to your ear and whispered what seemed to be admonishments for your reckless behavior.
Suddenly, another transformation occurred, and the Native American man became a crow again. The crow flew toward me, and landed upon the wooden fence atop which I was also perched. It spoke to me in a language with which I was unfamiliar, but his words became pictures in my mind, and I understood what it was telling me.
I awakened, then, from the dream. I am disappointed not to be able to recall the information which the Native American/crow relayed to me, because I felt at the time that it was of the utmost importance....
