I’m in a small booth/room, like part of a market or craft fare. I’m looking at crystals for sale. There are less than ten crystals, and that is all the lady is selling. The room is empty besides the card table and bed. The lady behind the card table looks like she leads a very unhealthy lifestyle. She is gravely and rough around the edges, but not unfriendly. The colors are golden in the room. One of the crystals is very large, it looks like part of a fish, like the middle part with no tail or head, but a fin along the top (it seems to be naturally occurring, not shaped into the form). The crystal looks like a geode in color—purples and clear and some gray-blues, but clearer than a geode. I think it is selenium. When I hold the crystal is it not just an intensified energy flow like a normal potent rock, nope, this is high voltage, like electricity. She tells me, “yeah, I get a little energy off that one.” I laugh to myself, “Yup, it has a little energy.”
This fish crystal is $175, there is another one that is the same material but is smaller and looks like a regular crystal formation, it is only $65. I mention to her that the fish one is a little expensive. When I look at it this time, it does not have the fin all the way across the top. She replies, “Yeah, but look at it.” Clearly there is no argument. The fish crystal is worth it, I am just not sure if I should spend the money. I look at it again and see that there are water pockets on the outside and little orange fish—the size of minnows—are swimming through them. There is one pocket on the fin that is the shape of a hand, and the tip of the middle finger extends to another hand shaped pocket on the opposite side. Fish can swim on either side of the fin. She explains that you can hold your hands over the fin pockets to warm up the fish. It is such a beautiful crystal, but I am not sure about the money, so I leave.
Coco, the dog, pulls on his leash to get me over to Kevin, where he is standing in the courtyard. He has a poem to show me. Well, we go up over a roof first (more direct by smell, I guess) and we could get there by going in through someone’s apartment. I open the trap door on the roof and see someone talking. Instead I take us down and around to the courtyard. Kevin is being bashful and has written his poem on a soft metal umbrella (tin I guess). It is so high up that I have to jump up and sit on a sculpture of a rearing horse in order to read it.
Later I am in a shop that he shares with another lady. Who is this lady? I don’t know. The colors are golds and yellow/golds throughout the courtyard and the shop. They are setting up the window gradually, but it will take a long time before it is all ready—months maybe.
I go back to the shop to buy the crystal. It is still there—I was worried that it would be gone. Unfortunatly the woman is gone, so I have no one to give my money. I stand there, unsure what to do.
First of all, the drawing: I know it is bad, but I just got this graphics tablet and I’m experimenting. I had a lot of fun with the gold fish pocket.
Secondly: Selenium, hmmm… maybe I need some extra selenium. I read up on it and found that it can be implicated in low thyroid…while it is very uncommon to have a deficiency, most of the sources are meat, and I am a life long vegetarian. I shall do some selenium experimentation. And I will also save a little money in case of a crystal buying emergency. (I had been thinking about my financial planning, and I never do plan for money for special crystals that I meet.)