Gypsies...dancing into the mystic

Last night I dreamt I was following a caravan of Gypsies thru a deep forest high in the mountains. Although they would not accept me into their family I was allowed to participate in their day in and day out rituals. They lived life so simply and yet they were so complex. During the day we would make our way thru small towns. I would watch them sell their wares and offer their mystic advice for a small fortune. At night they would set up camp and dance around a brilliant ominous fire. The lead violinist would start off accompanied by two or more fiddles and a hammered dulcimer with guitar. The music was magical. They would allow me to dance among them. We would dance for hours. It was their way of letting go of the past and embracing their beautiful future...