I am with a couple of young girls and we're homeless - absolutely pennyless and dressed in rags.  One of the girls realizes that she has some money left in a bank, and after getting it tells us that she will pay for us to stay at the YWCA and we all go there.  She tells the desk attendant that we are all to be in one room, since that is all she can afford.  The attendant simply grabs the money out of her hand without counting it or giving back changes, and without giving us a second glance, gives us the key.  We are grateful, knowing we won't have to sleep out on the streets.


The scene changes slightly and I now find myself in a motel room with my ex-husband and one of my sons.  I am in bed, feeling disoriented for the transition, still dressed in the ragged clothing and clutching a large tote that contains my worldly goods.  I don't want to wake up and face the men in the room, so I pretend to continue sleeping.  A loud buzzing noise fills my ears and I joyfully give myself up to the ensuing paralysis that comes with it.  Within a heartbeat, I am out-of-body and hovering above them.  


I am dismayed to find my astral self still wearing the rags and even more dismayed that they can see me.  My ex begins to tell me not to be so foolish, to come down and stop making a fool of myself (all things he would say in real life).  My son is more respectful and watches me with respect and even a bit of awe.  I ignore my ex, and suddenly decide I want to fly outside and head for the window.  I know that the glass doesn't exist when I'm in this state, but decide to have some fun with this.  I pretend to get stuck half-way through the window and get a jolt of satisfaction at my ex's alarmed cry.  I laugh and continue to fly all the way outside.


Ragged clothing or no, I know that for at least this time I am free from the concerns of the world.  I fly on...