TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
May 4, 1987
       3:00*              2A long dream. I was part of a group of people who banded together for some secret purpose, to which we all devoted ourselves fully. I don't remember what it was, but it seems as though it may have been tied or related to space travel and/or the survival of the end of the world. We owned a skyscraper, and for the course of the dream, at least, I stayed on the top floor, where all the people of highest rank stayed. Stuff happened. Then I observed a girl and a guy conspiring to give our secret away. She ran off, but I managed to trick him into returning, not letting him know that I knew about his treachery. The leaders of our group, which consisted loosely of one older couple whom everyone respected and a few of us younger people, decided that he must die to protect our secret. Our strongest young man began wrestling him toward the leader couple's sitting room, which had some large, openable windows. The guy made some sneering remarks about how it of course had to be that guy that threw him out, as everyone else was afraid of him. At that point, I think I became someone else (literally). I said that I'd do it, and took him away from the other guy. I wrestled him into the room and over to a window. Then, with no further adieu, I forced his struggling form out the window. I had been expecting him to try and pull me out with him—had even half suspected that he'd be successful—but he didn't. He just fell about 15-20 stories to the ground below. I had decided that I wouldn't look, but my curiousity got the better of me and, looking down, I saw a bloody, mushy form spread out over the concrete. There was a slight shift forward in time. An inspector was snooping around asking questions, investigating the guy's death. I was in the same room that I'd thrown him from, when I heard some of our guard dogs barking. I didn't know whether they were on the rooftop "patio" which extended out on one side of the structure or if they were on the ground below. I suspected an intruder, and, sure enough, the Inspector came into the room through the sliding glass doors that led to the roof-place. He talked with me and some others, seemingly very casually, but we were careful with our responses. He tried to come up with a theory as to how the guy might have fallen from the window, trying a couple and tossing them aside. Finally, he suggested that his collar might have caught on a coat-hook over the window, unbalancing him enough for him to fall out. It was pretty far-fetched, and our leader accused him of being allegorical. (G)