Dream Journal
December 13, 1997
These fleeting scenes are coming back, including a memory. A common experience was jumping out the window of my childhood bedroom in Blaine House to another world far, far below. And now, Rebecca and I were up high, among the trees, where my room is. Maybe the roof had become transparent. At any rate, Rebecca wanted to go somewhere out of the rain, and there was a dry place in the world down there, in the caves by the water — that’s where we had to jump. But it was a mile down this time. I had done it countless times before but now I hesitated.
“Is there any other way?” I thought. Instantly a scene appeared in my head: a computer screen with fluffy clouds and options of places to go. All I had to do was select my destination and I was there, without the nasty drop. I went back to tell Rebecca but for her the options were grayed out.
The Bedroom Window: My childhood bedroom in Blaine House was on the second floor. I had a window above my bed, and outside the window were trees, their treetops just over my bedroom.
With Blaine House representing my body, exiting through that window meant leaving it, and I must have done so in tiny ball form for the two-story drop to feel like a mile. Likewise, the world down there was tiny in size.
Ask and Know: I get an answer to my question about if there is another way down. It comes in the form of direct knowing with a visual counterpart.
Who is answering?