I was visiting my Mom. She lived in this beautiful old house. It had retained all the furniture and belongings that the previous owners possessed. It was fanciful and full of expensive and pristine antique furniture from eras past gone. I was enthralled with a huge bed and the detailed wood work. It bore a beehive sigil raised out from the surface of the wood but completely one piece. It was of the greatest craftsmanship.

There were two pianos that sat front to front more in the center of the room away from any walls.

AT THIS POINT I BECAME COMPLETELY AWARE THAT I WAS DREAMING.

One was more modern. It was nice, but lacked the feel of quality and craftsmanship. It was made from a light-colored wood; maybe oak.  The other was exquisite. Tall and made from a dark unknown wood. It had a remarkable presence. But when I touched the keys, barely a sound registered. Even when I applied forceful pressure, the sound was muted. I immediately went into tell or ask my mother what was wrong with the beautiful piano. She was busy in the kitchen. The kitchen was massive with huge cabinets of craftsmanship long forgotten and gone. The entire room seemed dark and shadows lingered with tangible force. She was genuinely very concerned. As I followed her into the other room, I felt etheric and moved in a glide-like floating fashion as I following her back to the old piano. I remembered relating that a piano tuner once told me that when one string on one piano is struck, it was like striking all the strings of the same note and vibration on others pianos in that same room at the same time. I wondered if I played the other piano if it would make the magnificence piano sing.

For some reason, I went around the back to check if it needed to be plugged in. I found a thick cord with the most unusual plug. It was a three-pronged plug, but the two parallel plugs seemed to be USB plugs. I found the special receptacle deeply inset into the old plaster of the wall. I carefully plugged it back into the wall. It was a bit difficult to line up all three prongs perfectly, but when it slid in, I could tell that it belonged there as the plaster on the wall had held it for many long years.

As I informed my mother I had just plugged it in, I could hear the pumps start working. After admiring the back side of the piano, I discovered a hidden door panel and carefully opened the doors. Inside were numerous treasures of crystal necklaces, ornate crosses and many other items. I was awe struck by their beauty. They were so cleverly hidden within the piano. 

September 29