The Vessel

I woke up from a dream being held. I was at the end of what felt like a really long, vivid, and detailed dream. I was in a room, guarding this vessel from something. It was ours and as I woke, I only felt like I had failed. I think that in how Jess was holding me before I was fully conscious, it was a bit of a bridge of moments. I burst into tears and recounted everything. I've never had that kind of experience coming out of a dream before. It made a lot more sense when it came to sculpting that day that the piece I had been wrestling with for weeks suddenly made a lot of sense. So here we are.. Look after it. Please