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I was in a vast domed building like the top pointed half of an egg.  The place shone with a sort of inner light, but light seemed to come from outside the  egg dome itself.  The walls were made of an amber or honey coloured wood, warm and mellow, very beautiful, made in the shape of triangles that all led up to a sort of point above me – way above me.  There were literally millions and millions of these intersecting triangles making up the dome.

But all of them were pierced and patterned by being cut out, so that the end result was more like a pierced screen than a solid framework.  Filigree work or fretsaw work – difficult  to explain, but not solid, all interlinking lines and circles and arrows – celtic, indian, I could sort of see all sorts of familiar 'patterns', but in fact there was no pattern in reality, nothing seemed to repeat itself.

Everything linked up with other things,  - huge complexity  - you could occasionally follow a thread and it linked through to another thread, then perhaps split or merged.

I was with a gentle dark skinned guide but nothing was 'said', I was just shown it, as though it meant something very important to everyone.

Then I woke up