I wonder what it means when the "visions" involve insects. Very strange images, I saw a prayer mantis tearing off the head of another mantis for one. I saw people interacting, in other ways as well, but it all came across as insects. I kept falling asleep. The flower petals of the Mandela became pasta to me, multi-colored pasta. I think this was a concept being acted out of having to FLUSH out the dirt! I wish I could remember what was said. This meditating is important to me, so I'm not giving it up and I LIKE this Mandela. I wish, again, that I could attach it to these entries. I don't know. The Mockingbird flew down from the tall pine tree to the roof below. Another Mockingbird had "just" flown from the roof to the edge of the porch. They used to live at my place, but a cat hangs out here, so they moved one house over. Sigh. I wish they could all hang out on the same premises, corridors, I miss the Blue Jay. There was one Blue Jay who used to come and talk to me. He was with me for a long time. But then the Mockingbirds moved in. I am a big fan of Mockingbirds, tough little fellows, clowns in feathers - but I miss that Blue Jay. I wonder. If I focused on him, would he come back? It's worth a short. I might need my own little quest. Okay, I am definitely drifting here; I guess the title is most appropriate!