Defying Gravity

I enter the building. It’s a very large space, like a museum. There are large globe-like structures that appear to be made of cork or wood. They have a rough surface and are different sizes. Some are not more than the size of a car, others are huge and i can’t see beyond them. Maybe they represent the planets? I can see some ladies working at an information desk at a clear space in the center of these globe things but i don’t really want to get directions. I make for a largest globe i see. At my first step in its direction i realize that gravity is much lighter here and i can almost fly. It’s more of a step float motion. I float up the side of the globe, grabbing on to rough edges and using some of the dips and wrinkles as foot holds. I am LOVING it! I’m pretty sure i COULD fly if i wanted to. This goes on for quite a while, exploring the globes.

Then i’m in a glass room, like an interrogation room. A man is sitting in a chair facing away from the table. There are two other people (i might be one, i’m not sure) on the other side of the table facing the man’s back. From what i can gather there’s been a murder (this is very Law&Order feeling) and there’s some question about this man, his father, and his grandfather. From all that “we” know, the son is the only survivor but whenever anybody mentions that his father is dead, he gets this tortured look on his face only nobody can see it because he’s facing away. The longer the interrogation goes on, the more tortured the expression becomes until i get the idea that this man IS his father and i’m afraid he’s going to go berserk if he keeps getting questioned about his dead father. [Lon Chaney vs. Lon Chaney Jr. maybe? Full moon and werewolves? Lon Chaney Jr. was the worst actor in the world maybe. He was as bad as his dad was great. “Oh PLEEZ! You’ve GOT to help me….” Bam. You’re a werewolf.]

Then i’m back in the big room with the globes and there’s a row of wooden cases like you keep library index cards in (it’s been so long since i’ve been in a library i don’t even know if they use those any more). I realize that if i don’t write down this dream i’m in, i’m sure to forget it so i wake up (in the dream) and write down what i remember.

Great fun dream. I think sometime after this i did actually wake up and it was only around midnight so this was an early dream. Usually i don’t remember much about the early dreams. I did have a couple of other dreams but i don’t remember anything about them right now. I guess this was the only one that my unconscious felt was worthy of remembering. I wish i could float all the time.