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last night I dreamed...
I am traveling with a group of others on a magic carpet or ship or something that lets us see the earth below us.
Before I know it I am sitting before a man, his face dark brown and made of tree bark. He gives me a clear crystalline glass of thick semi-bubbly golden honey-like liquid, which I drink. It goes down smoothly and isn't at all sticky and tastes fine, vaguely sweet. I've never had marmalade in waking life, but that is the word I am given to describe this liquid's flavor.
Did I accept a drink from a Faerie? They say you're not supposed to do that but I see no reason as to why. Besides, I feel nothing but love and compassion in this instance and there may have been a little joy in the air for this gathering. I am not the only one there drinking the golden light.