I hate it when I dream of something that feels profound and then I can't get my mind back around it when I'm awake. That happened to me early this morning. All I can recall is this:
I saw a beautiful deep orange circle, almost the color of butternut squash flesh, and inside it was a stunning, graceful, feminine design, very organic. I saw it in two or three configurations and I felt an incredible urgency in my dream to remember how it looked and then to recreate it later. It was somehow a key to my healing. Ack! I thought, 'I've got to remember this. I've just got to remember this!'
Even if I could reproduce the mandala, which I can't now--it's not a clear enough remembrance--its purpose and power are lost to me.