Remember the sign

Last night, in a dream, I began waking up again.

There was a blue feather, and a mask, and with these a key was given to those who are likely to remember, and so I pass these on to you so that you may also begin to remember.

Things were not always like they are now. And there are little things that give it away. The impossible stretch of time when going through a tunnel. The turn in a car that can only be done at a certain degree.

Ah, it is lost to me now once again, but I do remember a room with a bathtub,

and the tiles on the walls,

and the gymnasium where things started to go wrong so it started making sense,

and the table we sat at as we made the invitations,

and talking on the phone to someone who remembered,

and setting the key,

and the feeling that passing through is impossible, because math, and because it is always this way, but you have to just close your eyes and drive onward, clockwise, through the grass at the outside of the circle. Do that, and you will find it.

Remember the sign. The blue feather and the mask.