The Cusp

Between Worlds
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm in England with some guy, and he calls for a halt by the roadside next to someone's yard. We squat down on our haunches waiting for something. Behind us in the yard,there is a gardening show taking place. I hear the announcer talk about daisies, but the yellow flowers I see don't look like daisies. They work at setting there flowers up to thrive in the yard, but at the end, the wife of the guy who owns the property and was letting them do the show had other plans for the yard that completely undid all their efforts.

I get tired of sitting by the road and want to explore this new country. From what I can see from the roadside, this place might as well be my home. There are two paths behind me that lead into the woods and I follow one. Down the path the tree are all twisted and gnarled, with stone fences and structures mixed in with them. I has a fairy tale feel to it.

I go back to get the guy with me and convince him we should explore the country side. But when we return down the path, it's getting dark and we can't see anything. We return to the house we're staying at, and end up getting chased out and back to our own universe. Turns out we weren't just in another country, but also in a parallel Universe.

I need to return to that parallel universe, and can do so using certain items imbued with random powers like in the TV show the Lost Room. My parents drive me to antique shop where they own one of these items. I was here before and it took a lot of convincing for them to let me use theirs. The object here is a glove that looks like Michael Jackson's which transports you to the other universe when you put it on. The glove doesn't come with you.

I enter the building and the couple greet me, then inform me that their glove was stolen. I ask them if they want me to get it back, but they don't want it anymore. Too many people seeking it out. There is another object I can use, a playing card, but it's not as good as the glove. The card always puts you in the same place in the other universe, while the glove puts you in the place you used it from.

As I'm about to leave, the wife tells me she's discovered more objects, a glass sheet that makes you taller. She brought it up because she saw my mother in the car, who is very short. She shows me the supposed object, a sheet of dirty cracked glass. Then shows me others, a comb that removes earwax, ect. I get the feeling she's just trying to pawn off her junk on me.