I’m with a blind kid in a room. He’s about 13 years old, has dark hair and is brilliant. I’m watching him sculpt with clay a sort of car. It’s big enough for his body alone, but he seems to know what it should look like and his hands flow freely molding the shape as if he can see it. Next, he has a large piece of construction paper in front of him and he’s taken a pencil and is drawing large circles. With each circle, he makes subtle deviations that start to form a model of what looks like a solar system with planets in areas. He moves along without really lifting the pencil from the paper. What starts to happen is that color starts presenting itself. I can see in the planets shades of yellow, red and blue start to make hues in the areas that represent the planets or whatever they are. It’s very impressive and I’m astonished that he can do this without physically seeing what he’s doing.
I’m at a home near the ocean. Something it taking place but it’s vague. I fall thru a crack in reality and end up in an old structure that’s filled with ancient artifacts. There are vases, urns, plates and other earthenwear, all very complex in shape and form. There are some with beings that I don’t recognize. They’re most stacked on shelves in the open. Everything is dirty and has cobwebs and feels like it hasn’t been seen or touched in centuries. Someone comes up behind me. It’s some sort of sheriff or authority that removes me from the area. I find myself in a little village trying to explain that can from a different dimension. I’m asking who knows how I can return but I’m not getting any understanding from the people. The village doesn’t appear to be in great shape or well populated.