TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
January 25, 1985
       8:37              2Stuff happened. At end, I was trapped in a crypt like place with a woman who had been spurning my advances. After we were trapped by a landslide, she became nice. Then, we managed to get out. I grabbed someone and held them in front of me as a shield, because I saw that she had changed her mind and was holding a gun on me as soon as we got out. Then I remembered briefly that this was a dream and pushed the person away, leaving myself open. She shot at me, but the bullet disappeared before it reached me. Else. (G)
     4I was in a house. Very strange things were going on. It was a large house, old and spooky. Some sort of power play was going on between a number of people, and I was somehow involved. At one point, I was in a second or third story room, fighting with one of my opponents. Another came in and began fighting the first. They fought until they both fell out of the open window, down to the square below, through the sidewalk. A crowd gathered below knew what was going on and cheered at their fall, thinking, I assumed, that I had pushed them out. I turned to leave the room. I found some sort of magical-type object with prongs on one side. I threw it at a wall as I walked out. I "knew" that my father (not real) had supposed to have been captured by something and taken behind the walls, and when I threw the object, it stuck in the wall, and I heard rustling behind it. I walked to the kitchen, much like that of home, and read the first "Well of Souls" [Jack Chalker] book in about 5 minutes. Else. (F)
     5I was somehow transported, I know not how or why, to one of, if not the, most beautiful places I have ever seen. I "knew" that I would not be able to stay long, but I was very anxious to prolong my stay as long as possible. The air was thick with fog, and there was an incredible sunset on the horizon. The air was the purest imaginable and infused one with a feeling of relaxed power. There were a few other people there, and occasionally one would walk into my field of vision and then past, back into the fog. The one I remember specifically was a fireman, dressed in an old fashioned fireman's outfit, who rushed past and, I believe, trod on my toe in passing. I cannot convey the "wonderfulness" of this place. I did not want to leave at all, but, as I knew, my time there was all-too-brief—about two minutes dream time. (B)