In my dream there were pigs inside who were getting out of their pen. The girls went in after them to see them and to my chagrin the pigs ate them so I took the pigs outside and while carrying the pigs through the forest and trees it shapeshifted into a eagle in my hands. So I decided that if a pig could fly so could I and as I tossed the pig I picked myself up as well and began to stay at the same level as the eagle then I went a little higher, bumped my head on a tree branch, then I choose to go even higher , to my thrilling downfall I went even higher than the trees and eagles and could see that ocean that extended out from the stairs off the back of my driveway at my home. There were some guys who were running around in the room with the large bay window and stairs going up it as well. My heart was beating with the fall and I could hear the rush of air in my ears as I fell facefirst. Slow and steady there I was in the table with the seller behind his glass case and computer who had all sorts of items that would be purveyed. He had some crystals on his table neat arrangements of the translucent purple sort about the size of a quarter with three distinct terminations and that room was full of people all waiting to bring their new products to the market and I was closer than anybody in that multitabled room. Humbling because of my curiosity. The vendors were older and anxious to see him to share their unique gifts. That type of mall was full of spectacles and in that moment I knew I would wanted remembrance.