I was presenting to a group of people and struck a piece of metal that produced miraculous overtones and undertones—indeed, in the dream I asked very distinctly of the group, “Do you hear those overtones and undertones?” It was a magical attuning instrument, while being a plain wedge-shaped piece of metal, rusty—an artifact that I had removed from the grain of a fallen ancient tree. The more closely we listened to its resonances, the more we could here bits of conversation, music—something of a cosmic radio.