There is a family: a mother, a father and a son.
The mother was strange, not quite in touch with reality.
The son had the same problem, but he seemed to be recovering.
One particular day the mother was particularly bad. She was lying in bed and she thought she was somewhere else. The son came in with a bug (possibly a roach) with red clay or red paint stuck to the bottom of it. He said, "Maker her touch this. That's what you made me do and it helped me."
So they made her touch the bug. A little later she wandered outside and tried to climb a vine in her white night gown. The father saw her and tried to take her inside. The son watched him. He tried to pick her up and she went limp. He dragged her into the house.
Somehow she left again.
Then I was on a train. The father of the family was sitting in the seat across from me. We were in a private car. The man seemed to think that I was his wife. He seemed also to be blind.
I was drinking iced-tea out of a coca-cola cup and the man grabbed my cup and drank from the opposite side of it. Then he gave it back. I thought that was rude, but I said nothing.
Then I was with the man's son. I could have been the mother, but I'm not sure. We were at a place where there was a stair, slide or drop off thing. It was a pathway cut through the ground leading downwards very steeply.
The sides and bottom of the path were covered with white tiles. At the top there was an electrical device where you could move the platform where you were standing forwards and backwards. This would allow you to choose which level you wanted to go down.
Level one was stairs leading down. The next level was a slide you could slide down and the next level was a large drop-off so you could jump down.
The son slid down. I couldn't figure out which I wanted to do. I kept moving the platform forward and backwards. I was afraid of the drop-off because it was so deep and I could get hurt. I was afraid of the slide because it made you go down too fast and again I could get hurt. The problem with the stairs was that they only went half way down and then they became the slide, and then the drop-off.
I chose the stairs.
I fell into a soft pile of white material. It was like snow, but it wasn't wet or cold. It was like cotton, but it wasn't shredded. It was smooth and you could make impressions in it, like foam, but it was more like material.
The son had drawn a picture in it. The way I landed I found that if I moved, I would erase his beautiful picture, but I knew I couldn't stay there all day. Other people would come through and land on me and I had other things to do.
So I got up. I noticed that one of the pictures drawn turned purple and did not get destroyed. I asked, "Why did that picture not get destroyed?" A man (possibly the father) said, "It's because they used carbon on it." I said, "Oh."
Then some people and I went to Russia. At the border there were a bunch of tanks. As we stepped forward they drove back. This happened until we got to our hotel.
I looked out the window of the hotel and saw the highway. There were many semi-trucks with open backs covered with green tarp driving bumper to bumper. These trucks could jump from 0 - 60 mph in one second and they did that, but had to stop dead one second later. I thought, they shouldn't drive that close together. It's dangerous.
Then I was an old woman living on another planet where the sky was pinkish purple. These people didn't know I was from Earth. I died of old age.
These people had the technology to read somebody's mind to see what their life was like. They used this only after people had died. They did this to me and watched some of my life events. They saw me walking on Earth. The sky was blue and the clouds were billowing and moving fast. They were in awe. I was walking and I found that I could fly. I would jump up and float a few feet down the way and then come back down. I came to a manmade canyon covered with gray tile and with a railing around it. There was a river far down below. I slipped and fell into the canyon, but was able to grab onto some grass to keep from falling all the way. Each time the grass pulled up because it was weak, I would grab another handful. Somebody said in my mind, "If you can fly, why don't you fly out of here?" I said, "Because I need something to stand on to jump off." There was a piece of cement that stuck out of the lawn in the shape of an arch. I stepped on the cement and pulled myself up by the grass.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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