the perfect sound

I fall asleep and get trapped in the meanders of dreaming. I am in a crowded place, a Chinese shop so full of people that you can´t breathe. I stand in line to be attended by the shopkeeper. When I get there, I see a shelf of obejcts behind him. Many ulgy things. And then, he hands me a bell. An old, rusty, ulgy bell. I take it and when I shake it, the world stops turning. It gives a perfect, clear, penetrating sound, velvety and rich. I wake up with the sound still in my ears and feel the vibration rearranging my cells and the layers of my being into a new caleidoscope image.