From dreams

IN THE DREAM:

I'm viewing a scene over a medicine wheel on the high desert. Very sparse just a lone tree and vague plants in the distance.

From the upper right quadrant a being floats in sort of zig zag and lands in the medicine wheel. He's middle aged Mongolian with plain modern Native American/western looking clothes plain cowboy hat trimmed mustache. He speaks clearly if a little quickly without any kind of accent in a matter of fact fashion.

"Thank you for letting me come in. I am the creative bird."

END OF DREAM

I awoke to this dream not too long ago. I have since tried to be open to the idea that there is some value in my being open to creative thinking and the possibility that it may be helpful to others somehow. After all I have lived an iinteresting life and have learned many lessons that may help otheres. There is so much to learn and so much bulls#*T to distract us from consciousness. Are we here just to compete for the shiniest things at the expense of others? I doubt it don't you?