Dream Journal

I was helping Steve move. He lived in an old two-story Victorian building that was divided into several apartments. Each floor had 4 apartments on it, in a square arrangement. The Victorian building was a sort of hyperspace hub between each apartment. For example, to get to Steve’s room and help him move, I walked down a hallway that was also an outside driveway to a lone concrete structure. His “apartment” was therefore an independent house. It had upper branches of trees on the far side of it, as if the land fell away behind. This fit its position on the second floor of the old building. At the end of the driveway were several concrete planters with plants in them. The light inside Steve’s house and in the Victorian building was dim morning light.

While I was helping him prepare to move, I was also walking around this building and talking with the other people there. While doing so, I discovered that if I walked over a certain spot in a hallway in someone else’s apartment, Steve’s entire apartment (and thus house) would rise about a foot into the air, precariously tilting back and forth. I realized that it rested on a delicately balanced “fulcrum”. A long floor board ran the length of the building under both apartments, with a fulcrum in the center. I briefly was distracted by some other plot line, then I returned my focus to the fulcrum. However, I first went to the wrong apartment — the one kitty-corner to his, and told them about it. I had just recently interacted with these people about a different issue… a dog, maybe. Anyways, I couldn’t find the balance point, and realized my positioning mistake. I went to the correct apartment. I was again able to lift and tilt Steve’s apartment by walking on it.

I had to warn Steve. I returned to his apartment, crossing the driveway to get there. I told him. He and the other friends helping him move followed me. We went down his driveway back to the building context, then out the building’s front door and down the front steps. Outside the building was a parking lot made of brickwork, with various cars parked there. It had a cold New England vibe to it. The parking lot was surrounded as usual by streets, with other buildings around it as if in a city area. This wasn’t strange at all to me — this was the individual context of this apartment, just as Steve’s was a driveway to a house with a woods behind. As Steve’s friends came down the front steps of the old building, the front door collapsed into pieces and dust behind them. More instability! But that wasn’t the right place that had triggered the effect. So as not to collapse the entire building, I asked them to stand on the concrete curb. The parking lot itself was the equivalent of a hallway between apartments. I asked some to walk down a certain part of the parking lot that was equivalent to the board on the fulcrum. I believe at this point we could see Steve’s apartment rise and fall through a sort of tunnel portal.

My next memory is going alone back into the building, through the lower front apartment. It was massively decayed, crumbling, old. The floors were significantly tilted. Some young college-aged people lived there, not bothered by the decay, it seemed. I commented on it as I walked carefully over one of the tilted floors.

Here I use a word in the dream state — “fulcrum” — that I almost never use in waking life. I was using that word when talking to people about the issue. It was definitely my dream self saying it, as it navigated the building’s hyperspace without surprise. I recall a moment of recognizing this balancing, rocking effect in the dream, and shifting focus towards the physical to get the answer.