The Barley Pot

I was given a pot of freshly cooked barley. It was done, and I was getting ready to pour the barley into another vessel for storage. When I poured it out, it was stiff in the form of the original pot. Its shape did not allow it to fit neatly into the storage vessel, so I began to break it down. I broke the large clump into smaller pieces. I noticed these smaller pieces varied in size and shape, some evenly shaped like measuring cups, and others irregular. I worked the barley, separating the individual grains until they uniformly started filling the storage vessel. I had completed maybe ten-percent of the sifting when I awoke from the dream.