we were hunting for it, him trailing me but only because I'm smaller and quicker not because he didn't want to be there (I think), and we were looking for it in crowded places overgrown like pawn shops full of flotsam, a thick ring (wedding band?), a tube/circle that I could fit my finger into with cut outs and made of bone, ivory maybe, and I kept putting the ones we'd find into my hand, testing them with the skin of my palm but they'd be wrong bc they were too cold as if mixed with metal, and bone is cool-warm not cold and there had to be carved holes, and I felt purposeful and was beathing evenly, trying to stay calm and focused [note the feeling, the witch teaches me, because it is the feeling that makes the symbols readable], so that we'd find it eventually but not get hectic about it meantime - I was with Mark (I'm pretty sure, but he was always behind me - a man, bearded and bigger and stronger and slower [than me] and familiar), so when I woke up I wondered if it were a memory or . . . then I read this (randomly, under "science", my fave Sunday morning category) in the news, and that's what we were looking for, just like that only shorter and thicker enough so that my finger would block the holes along it but fit into either end
dream symbol, bone: Support of self. Personal integrity. Strength of character (as in being a "solid person"). See also the particular area of the body
To notice your palm in your dream, suggests that you hold all the knowledge you need in you own hands. You need to reach and utilize your full potential. It also symbolizes openness and if you have a generous nature
. . . the flute is the human heart, and a heart which is made hollow will become a flute for the God of love to play upon. When the heart is not empty, in other words, when there is not scope in the heart, there is no place for love. Rumi, the great poet of Persia, explains this idea more clearly. He says the pains and sorrows the soul experiences through life, are like holes made in a reed flute, and it is by making these holes that a player makes the flute out of a reed. This means that the heart of man is first a reed, and the sufferings and pains it goes through make it a flute, which can then be used by God as the instrument for the music that He constantly wishes to produce. But as every reed is not a flute, so every heart is not His instrument. As the reed can be made into a flute, so the human heart can be turned into an instrument, and can be offered to the God of love. It is the human heart which becomes the harp of the angels; it is the human heart which is known as the lute of Orpheus. It was on the model of the heart of man that the first instrument of music was made, and no earthly instrument can produce that music which the heart produces, raising the mortal soul to immortality
Shivaree: Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough (MJ cover [with flute])