Rebecca (my ex) and I were being investigated by the police. Apparently some woman had reported that we were "dealers in pornography." We were both mortified. Then we learned that evidence had been discovered in our home. Totally freaked out, Rebecca ran to the edge of a balcony (we were evidently in a high building) and flung herself over the railing . . .

I ran to the edge and could see her falling quickly to her death. She was facing up as she fell, and seeing me, she yelled, "I love you!" In utter panic, I yelled back to her, "YOU ARE DREAMING!" (The phrase came from nowhere. Frankly, I had no "conscious" realization that this was a dream). At the moment she heard me, her body wrenched into a sudden bird-like swoop - and just missing the ground, she soared up and safely landed on a lower balcony. Even this did not make me lucid! - at least not on any level that I consciously remember. This fascinating dream continued without lucidity for a short time, and I am very fortunate that I recalled it. /Stephen Berlin