I dreamed it was morning and I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading a book. The kitchen grew bright, which I took for the sun rising higher into the sky; but then I began to feel a growing warmth in the room the rising sun wouldn't account for; so I turned to look out the window. There was a light - very large and bright and white in the back yard. Then there I was out in the yard staring at this light ball, when it opened up, and these very tall thin people came out - with one being taller than the rest. All of them were blue - shades of blue skin, hair, and eyes. Not grey - but very clear shades of blue. Other than that, they looked like most any other tall, thin people. The tallest one had a cape on, that was flowing in the breeze; but the only way you could tell this, was from the light reflecting off it. It was as if it were made of microscopic prisms - so that it was clear as crystal - but the light would reflect off of it in muti colored twinkling flashes of color, as the breeze moved it. He had a scroll with him, which he unrolled and began to read from. As he did this, various fantastic animals began to exit the light ball - which BTW had dimmed somewhat. The one I remember most clearly was like a lyre bird - looked just like one - but it had this beautiful song un-like any bird or musical instrument I had ever heard. Most fantastically, as it sang. its throat would separate into thin bands which you could see quiver and pulse as it sang - not unlike harp strings. There were some exotic antelope type animals; like a Bongo and an Okapi. I seem to recall a couple great cats, but can't say if they were leopards or lions, or what. Strangely there were no dogs or horses of any kind. After awhile, the tall one stopped reading and bent toward me to show me the scroll. The letters glittered not unlike his cape; but I couldn't read the writing. It made me feel very sad b/c I felt sure it was extremely important. I also felt embarrassed b/c I hadn't really been listening to him - so amazed I was with his animals. Maybe if I had paid attention, I would be able to read the writing. I felt like here he had come a long way off, and took the time to show me his animals, and show me his obviously very important scroll - and I was not able to begin to understand or appreciate what it said. It was in the frustration of wishing I could understand, and wishing they wouldn't leave, that the dream began to fragment and I woke up.
