The wind feels cool and damp. My skin breathes it in. The sky is moistened outside of a window, peach curtains are dancing in the breeze. I know there is a beach in the distance.
My spirit falls back into my body and I visualize myself in a sky blue Greek flowing gown. I am putting 8 sticks of Palo Santo wood into a plain cardboard box, with a cut out piece in the front, the same shape as the open wall.
I am kneeling over a body, but whose it is, I do not know. It has a male presence energy. It is only a person dreaming, like myself. I lift up a red blanket, protecting him from the weather.