DoubleHelix

April 5, 2015: I am at my office in M*****. There is a yellow “caution” tape across the entrance to my office in the shape of an “X”. The contents of all my desk drawers and files are in boxes outside the door. Anthony B. tells me my stuff is being moved to our new office. He won’t let me help. He tells me “Let THEM do it” in a way that indicates that packing and moving my stuff is too menial for me to be involved with. I reach into one of the cardboard boxes and remove a silver water pitcher.

I wander outside the building with the pitcher in hand. I walk along a concrete path with a large body of water like a great lake or bay on my right side. The water is even with the concrete surface I am walking on. I begin to pour water out of the pitcher into the water on my right. It pours and pours and pours in a volume far in excess of the pitcher, as if it belonged to a magician. Something about this strikes me as very odd...and then I realize...I’m dreaming! This is a dream. My body is laying in bed and I’m having a lucid dream!

It occurs to me I need to test this to be sure, so I take a modest leap into the air...not a huge one, since I’ve made that mistake before and gone rocketing off with no control. I ascend smoothly on a vertical trajectory to a height of around 200 yards and come to a stop...and I couldn’t be more delighted! As I ascend I catch a glimpse of my body reflected in the mirror-like glass windows of the adjacent building as I fly up. I momentarily see myself, apparently dressed in jeans, moving upward with legs stretched quite a bit like in a fun-house mirror due to the distortion caused by waviness of the glass windows. From the vantage point of the altitude that I reach I can see houses and buildings across the water and all around me in the immediate neighborhood. Initially they are out of focus and poorly detailed, then snap inexplicably into sharp focus with no effort on my part. I love the colors of the sky and the buildings! They are so rich and saturated!

While I’m admiring the scenery, turning on axis looking from house to building to water, a bird or something bird-like flies past me at high speed. It occurs to me that if I fly after it, maybe I can transform it into an attractive woman for a romantic encounter. I try to fly in pursuit, but I’m powerless to move since I have nothing but air to push against. I try to will myself to fly, but it doesn’t help a bit. Without warning the scene fades to black and I wake up.