I’m outside a large house on big grounds getting ready for some sort of ceremony. I was given a canupa that had not been smoked before to smoke. I carry it over to a place outside and sit down and Robert is there sitting on a felled tree base. I look into the bowl and there’s a plug in it that I’m ready to take out and smoke and someone asks me to help them do something so I ask Robert if he would hold the canupa for me. He agrees and I hand it to him and walk toward the house. Things get fuzzy after that.
Looking inquisiteively at the bowl and seeing the plug in it. I’m preparing for something.
As usual I’m called away from the task at hand to do another task, adding onto the list of things that need to be done.
