TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
April 12, 1987
       9:21              2I was outside, waiting for the girl of the above dream. Several of her female friends were there, and I spoke with them a bit. It seemed that they and the other girl were members of a team—scientific, adventure-seeking, and justice-fighting-for in nature—which was led by a guy whom they almost worshipped, apparently having all the qualities of a genius hero. After a bit, two very large men appeared. They were black, overweight, and had a rough-and-tough sadistic look to them. They began to "throw their weight around," and though they then began to leave, I decided that I couldn't allow such behavior to go unpunished. I was wrapped in a cloak-robe which had hidden my features, giving me somehow a sense of power. I threw it off and got the attention of the two toughs, who began to come back, to deal with me. The girls pleaded with me to stop, to wait until the head of their group returned, which he was to do at any time, and let him handle it. I just laughed at this, and when the two bad guys pressed the attack, I disposed of them with ease. Then the teamleader did return, and he took exception with me on some grounds. We fought for some time, with the girls standing helplessly by. At last, both exhausted, we declared a draw, and I joined their team, as an equal. All of this action had taken place on the concrete patio around a public pool. I now went and climbed up onto the diving board. I jumped up and out, and went much, much higher than I'd expected to (perhaps as high as twenty or twenty-five feet), which allowed me to turn at the apex of the jump to come down headfirst in a dive. When I entered the water, I knew that my velocity was too high, that I was in danger of breaking my neck on the pool-bottom. I went down at least as far as I'd gone up, and at what I took to be the last moment, I managed to roll over onto my back, so that I lay parallel to the bottom. I didn't hit, however, and when I resurfaced, I suddenly became aware. I remembered the need to fly, and I tried to launch myself straight up out of the water, but I was unable to do so, not getting enough thrust. I quickly swam over to the side ladder, fearing that I would lose the dream before I could take action, as I remembered happening once before during the night. Although everything was very clear to my senses, I was reaching the danger point of clarity at which all dreams are threatened. I scrambled up the ladder, and, as soon as my feet touched the concrete, I pushed off and strained to fly. At first I thought I was going to fail again, but then I made a subtle change in my technique and started to rise. I quickly began passing through white, cumulus-type clouds, which I don't remember ever doing before. I tried to remember what things it said to do in the LaBerge Omni article, but all I could remember was to perform loops, and I didn't feel secure enough in my state to try that, afraid, not of falling, but of losing the dream. I continued upward through the cloudcover, debating for a second and then deciding to see how high I could go. In a very strange manner, objects and places would be revealed through the clouds now and again. I particularly remember one, a wooden staircase leading up through the wooden floor of a room above. I wondered whether that might not be the attic of my mind (and chuckled at my wit). I hd no sense of the clouds at all, other than as visual images—no wetness, no coolness. As I continued higher, I somehow felt that I would not be able to break free of the clouds, and, indeed, not long after, there was a major shift and the dream was lost. (G)(A)