TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
December 16, 1984
       6:06              Stuff. At end, I was in a foreign place with jungles and great peaks and cliffs. After a struggle to escape, I and a couple of others with me were infected by a couple of deranged, disheveled Vietnamese-types. They had some disease similar to that of Clay's Ark and passed it on to us. At first, we too felt a great urge to infect and kill people, but, working together with great will, we managed to stop ourselves and warn some people. After that, it was as if we had been cured, although we were not at all the same as we had been before. Our bodies' immune systems, our minds rebelling against the diseased urgings, or something gave us Superman-like powers. At this point, there were four of us—two male, two female. During the period of disease, we had all undergone a rapid beard growth. After being cured, this stopped for the women and slowed to a normal rate for the men. Under my direction, we began to experiment with our newfound "powers," starting right away with flying. The flying was great, probably better than last time. Soon after I started flying, I became aware that I was dreaming, but I didn't try to act, because I didn't want to leave the dream. It seems like I may have done one small thing to prove I could, but, if so, I don't remember what it was. I retained awareness for some time before it gently faded away, leaving me with a heightened perception of the dream. No change in dream scene was noticed, except perhaps for the briefest of threatening shimmers the first second after I became aware. Anyway, I and the others experimented with flying. I tried different arm positions, even that made famous by Helen Slater's Supergirl, thinking at the time that I was using her move. After a relative good bit of flying, we began, initiated by me, to practice throwing ourselves, in a flying sprint, at tree trunks in an attempt to go through them without being noticeably slowed. We must not have reached our full strengths yet, because although it did not hurt us, we couldn't dent the trees, although I did manage to buckle in the side of a pickup truck I accidentally flew into. As I awoke to my alarm, we were still trying to build up the nerve to throw ourselves at the trees. Before we got to the trees, however, I wandered over to a road. Some man (bit-part player) was parked on the side, for some unknown reason, next to a large pine tree. He said that there was no way I could jump to the lowest branch, 18-20 feet up, so I quickly proved him wrong, then rejoined the others and went to batter my head as above. (G)