Art gallery Mbira

I am in Sheffield somewhere down by the industrial area.

I go inside an old building where a group of us have been making art work. We have a load of rooms where we have been painting the walls with beautiful murals - pictures of animals and people, with bright colours.

in one of the rooms i am standing, a group of people are in there, and we are planning what to do next with the sapce. We realise that we have created a permanent art gallery, and we just need to keep painting new pictures , and then people will come. We let people in for free.

We have some music playing, and i play some music as well. I play my Mbira. It is a magical noise. It transports me into the woods, and then i am walking with a group of people, and there are two lines of people. They are people who have come to learn about wild plants. I meet a magical wise man, and the occasion is an important one, he says that its not quite the right time to play the Mbira.. I get out an mbira that i have been given by the spirit world to call the people.... it has only got 3 keys to it, and it has got the name of God carved in the front, in symbolic form. When I play it, the wise man says that this is right, and the timing is perfect. I only play 3 keys, and everyone is called and comes to listen.

Then a crow caws in normal reality waking me up. I wake up it is 5 am in the morning, and im in the yurt in wellow. The crow that has woken me flies off somewhere.