I'm with my dad, in a car. We're in Wattle Glen, the town in which I spent my first 20 years. I watch on our right, as a train scoots by, sweeping past us.

I have a feeling of wanting to keep up with the train, and yet knowing that seems somehow unattainable. I'm surprised though by the way my Dad drives. We come to a corner and other cars rush by in the opposite direction, yet Dad does not slow down, he pushes forward confidently. It seems we're on a mission for something.

As we drive on, I gradually become lucid. I'm here with my Dad and possibly other members of my 'family'. My dad hands me something he's found. I take it is the gift it is.

It's a set of calming round grey/blue stones, of a slightly speckled appearance. I hold them close to my chest, and begin to imagine that they are more than just stones, that I can feel into their very nature.

And so it is..

The stones seem to begin to breathe - not so much that I feel the air exhaling them from them, but instead I feel this 'breath' washing out, slowly making it's way out from the invisible holes/pores of the stone itself. It feels good, calming.

There is some talk about this, and then I wake.