Another strange day indeed. Started out with a dream with a messege from the other side. This sort of thing is becoming a daily event.
IN THE DREAM:
I'm viewing a scene over a medicine wheel on the high desert. Very sparse just a lone tree and vague plants in the distance.
From the upper left quadrant a being floats in sort of zig zag and lands in the medicine wheel. He's middle aged Mongolian with plain modern Native American/western looking clothes plain cowboy hat trimmed mustache. He speaks clearly if a little quickly without any kind of accent in a matter of fact fashion.
"Thank you for letting me come in. I am the creative bird."
END OF DREAM