I was sitting in a class. I know that I was far away from home. The teacher gave me a box as he had given something to everyone. When I opened my box, there was a ceramic or porcelain figurine of a rabbit. Someone sitting close to me asked if I wanted to trade my small figure for one that was about a foot tall and I said, “No, there would be no way I could take this on the plane.”
I was walking with Sting along some sort of river ravine. You would tell he’d put on a lot of years, but his music was playing in the background somewhere, even tho we were outside somewhere. There were people standing about talking and he was popping in on them to see what they were doing. He was dressed like a cross-country motorcycle or car driver with leathers with patches.
