I think in images as often as in words, so it should be no surprise that I meditate in dream the same way. In that space between asleep and awake, I had a vision of standing still as a dust storm approached. It was a filthy cloud of dirt, grit, pollution and negativity. It scoured away some of my rough edges, smoothing them, making them softer, but at the same time, it was removing some of the good parts of myself. I heard, "It's up to you to harden those parts of yourself against the storm of the world if you wan to keep them." In that moment, some of my features because hard stone that weathered far better than the soft flesh, ans then, I was radiant and strong and well defined.