I had this dream last night that I was lost in the grocery store trying to find some basil, because they were out of it (I need to by basil yesterday so that is not so surprising.)

The dream somehow transitioned to a memory of mine.

When I was a child (well a “child” I suppose I was 14 or 15 at the time.) I attended an Ojibway pow wow on the reservation my grandma lives on. I got a book from the author or a book called the Manitou. On the inside of the book he wrote something in Ojibway for me but I cannot remember what it said. I was very happy to receive this book and in the dream it was important for some reason or another.

I cannot remember the name of the author, I am not even sure on the name of the book, but I do wish I could find it again and buy it when I have the money. I do not often dream of books. Maybe it is out of print.