Dream Journal
September 9, 1997
We’re all stopped at this big gas station and hanging out. I decide to skateboard. Instantly I’m really good. A few kicks and I’m circling the gas station and jumping curbs no problem. I start by following one of the other guys, then I go solo. I think I could really get into this. Then Paxston is following me around on a skateboard, too. I do this fancy board-flipping trick and I pull it off! Then this old gas station guy sees one of his huge gumball machines broken (another skater did it) and starts lecturing us. I am amused.
The dream continues down this lane to the forested front of Blaine House. I’m flying now, and the little hills at the far side of the forest path in the front woods are incredibly exaggerated. Instead of slight three-foot slopes they were mountainous. It seems that slopes and hills are always super exaggerated when flying. This is part of the low gravity feeling I feel.
I’m with a large group of friends (as usual). I think our friendship is based on something music-related. Anyways, my purpose now is separation and flight. I lay down and close my eyes. I relax and let go and I fall into this incredible movement — I’m rocking and twisting, like breaking out of a cocoon. Then I feel myself shoot up into the treetops. My eyes remain closed but my spacial sense is working keenly — that’s how I can tell where I am. I float and fly about and whirl but don’t open my eyes because I’m afraid I might fall. Then I’m sitting up in my dream body and my friends all say it was real, they saw me lift off the ground and move forward. They’re excited and I am too but they don’t seem excited enough. There’s some weirdness and I suddenly doubt them.
Then I’m pursued by this interviewer guy and I escape into this big house on the lane. I run/fly so fast from him through the house that he can barely keep up. I accidentally backtrack into him at the end and so he catches me to talk. We go outside and are sitting on a car. I do more experiments.
Skateboarding: Typically the skateboard would be a travel rationalization, but in this case I set out to skateboard. There’s no learning curve or coordination needed in the astral. If we’ve seen it, we can do it.
Spacetime Distortion: I begin this dream skateboarding, doing jumps and tricks. This could be reflected in astral body movement, and I may have left my body in tiny sphere form. This is supported by the fact that I move to the exterior of Blaine House, which represents my physical body. My tiny size could be why the hills appear to be mountainous. This might be what is behind Arcology Hill — especially if that’s a representation of my head.
Separation and Flying Dreams: This begins with social dreaming in the near realm. I move to the area outside Blaine House (my physical body representation), and I shrink down to bodiless size while flying around the forest path. The context then returns to social dreaming. I decide to leave my body. I lay down to match my position in bed, then appear to achieve separation (though I’m already outside my body, according to the Blaine House representation). I fly about and then return to my dream body and the social dream.