I am hearing a story about a young man (perhaps 30 years of age) who goes to Morocco. He doesn't go with any particular intention, only to record and learn from the things that happen to him there. I get the impression of a journalist type. As the information comes to me in the dream, I feel a sense of excitement, about the way in which he does this. I know that magic follows.

Along the way he discovers many things. I see him near a bridge. To the right are a group of women, seemingly belonging to one particular tradition. I think they have purple-coloured veils. They seem warm, and friendly, but also somewhat shy - content to talk amongst themselves. There must be about 12 of these women by the bridge.

Then I am drawn to pay attention to the bridge. It appears a few metres wide, of a light white/blue colour. Instead of a fence there is a blue ribbon that straddles both edges. The bridge seems to roll out, a grand walkway warping it's way across the sky, something like a 'magic carpet'. I don't see it's supports, just feel the heights through which it passes, it's weaving/rolling movement traversing through the heavens. And the pitter/patter of feet and people that make their way across this bridge.

Comments: It was my birthday today. This dream left me feeling very refreshed. This bridge was such a grand sight!