The four poles are not yet a house. Not even yet a room. Without roof or door they will safeguard your dreams. The dream is real long before it comes true. You know it is real, because someone else has seen it too. You step together into the space held by the four staves to receive a vision, a visitation, a blessing, a promise. You feel it spread through you like a smile. You turn, not knowing how you will tell them. You will not have to. They are smiling too.