I had this flying, semi-lucid dream (I was aware, then I wasn't-- you know...) the other night, last Sunday or Monday night, where I was sitting at this asian lady's kitchen table and she was crying. I was about to fly through the cieling and up out of the atmosphere and she asked before I leave that when I get there to tell "Paul" that she misses him and wonders where he is or something to that effect. The scene was so vivid and so non-generic. Don't know how I could have just made the place up. You know how real homes have their own energy, their own personality-- no matter how ordinary, they are their own unique place? The lady, too. If I saw her on the street I would recognize her immediately. Does this mean anything to anyone? Is anyone six degrees from this situation that you are aware of? Just curious. I didn't run into Paul when I got into the thin air, so it was really useless.