Morning of October 26, 2013. Saturday.

I am on a concrete footpath near a metal railing high over a river and across from where I am is a beautiful waterfall. It might also be a part of a one-lane road. It is vibrant, with water splashing perfectly. To my right is a version of my wife. We seem to be in Brazil. Mostly, I am focusing on the waterfall and various aspects change over time. It is very peaceful. The sound of the waterfall is vivid and softly stimulating. At times it appears smaller rocks crumble from near the top and fall down into the river. Sometimes it seems like they reappear, or more like they “bounce” back up to their prior position in slow motion. Sometimes it seems as if I can will the waterfall to move in reverse, and it seems that I do. At times, it appears there is no water, only mud, but it starts flowing again. I am slowly learning what affirmation to indirectly think of to cause each of the changes.

I think of going around for a better view. I walk around, I think to the south (my right) and go down some rickety, ridiculously unsuitable wooden steps. Sometimes boards or entire steps fall out from under my feet and I just have to walk on the air. I feel a bit bad for people who will not be able to use the staircase at all when it has finished falling into the foamy river. The waterfall is much louder. Well, that seems rather weird for a dream. I walk around to a few locations testing this concept, and it seems to work. This has happened before and is quite extraordinary. Sometimes it even works with perceived electrical energy. It has something to do with muscles in the neck moving a certain way, perhaps, as I can cause ringing in my ears (with various pitches) by stretching my neck certain ways, especially noticeable when there is white noise in the environment (such as a computer tower with the side open and with a loud CPU fan).

Well, I go around the edge of an embankment a bit down from the road and walk along to the waterfall (about the middle area relative to top to bottom) and instead of a waterfall it is a beaded curtain. Now what? I am fairly certain I was watching a waterfall all that time and not a large beaded curtain hiding a cave. The girl/wife follows me in and I sort of, for some strange reason, revert to my childhood. After moving past the beaded curtain, there are a couple hippies sitting in the semi-darkness of the cave. Strangely, these are the “hippies” from a comic book cover I have not seen since comic books were twelve cents. Can you believe it? Now they can be twelve DOLLARS or so. What in the world have these people been doing in this small cave behind a fake waterfall all these years?

I feign fear and run out as if it is part of a comedic movie. “Argh! Oh no! Hippies!” I yell. It is a farce, like a cheap stage show with a small audience, perhaps. My hat will not fly into the air to create the comic effect, so I get annoyed and pull it off and clumsily throw it and it barely goes two feet. Ruined scene but the director (where?) did not yell “cut”. I start to walk straight up the side of the rock-face. Not with my body horizontal as is sometimes the case, but upright, the toes of my shoes barely making contact with the protruding parts of rocks and dirt clumps. I make it to the top. A dark-haired female is doing a combination of martial arts and ballet but is wearing mostly white martial arts clothes. There is the position where one leg and much of the body is exactly horizontal and facing downwards with only the one leg for stance and balance.

“Missed the bzzzzzz…”

“Hey?” I say to someone else(?) behind me. No one there. “Pardon? What did you say?”

I try again. “I missed the BUS?” Pause. “The bus?” Pause. “I missed the buzz?” Pause.

I continue trying to voice the question as…”missed the bus”, “missed the boss”, “missed the buzz”, “missed the buds”, “missed the box”, “missed the bucks”, “missed the bugs”, and even “missed the Boz” with a brief flash of the singer Boz Scaggs. I mostly try to stay on “bus”, though.

I go near the railing and the martial arts girl mostly ignores me but still seems friendly in facial expressions. The immediate area seems somewhat like a semi-circular parking lot for visitors to the park. However, I get impressions of weight moving towards me like a sort of dream within the dream, and sort of like some kind of telepathic dodgem game. I casually touch the railing…and the entire section falls down, clattering down the high rocky embankment. Pieces tumble down end over end and cause an explosion far below, I think in a park utility building. Oh well.

A weight moves against me but it is my wife and I hardly have time to say “Oh!” before I am airborne (there is a strange vocal impression - a bubbly cheerful phrase I do not quite get or maybe just gibberish - and a blissful mood from the movie “Oliver” - “Who Will Buy?”). I land quickly on my back and look up. Everything is tiny. I am fascinated by the “tall” pine trees moving like small soft feathers when I touch them. Now I am as high as the very high embankment. Eventually, I see that I am looking over a very large part of the world; large rivers, a long bridge, all very small; boats, ships, hundreds of tiny buildings, and eventually seeing nearly twenty percent of the entire world for a time. Then…

Pure bliss. Breathtaking. I am lying on my back. Breathing seems frozen in time yet still correct. I watch the clouds moving at a moderate speed overhead, looking straight up. Small, somewhat narrow purplish clouds, all at about the same distance from each other, with hues of gold and silver against the fairly dark sky, which is growing lighter (it seems to be early in the morning now). There is sort of a rustling energy from somewhere. There are no words to describe the soft blissful feelings. I turn my head slightly to the side and see my wife’s profile in the distance, but it is actually the shape of a mountain…but then…we are in a mountainous region, almost forgot…

“Who will buy
This wonderful morning?
Such a sky
You never did see!
Who will tie
It up with a ribbon
And put it in a BOX for me?”

(from “Oliver”)