MAKE-UP LAB, AND AN EARLY MORNING FLIGHT

I am in a large make-up studio, and I recognize it as the one from "Face-Off". This is the last episode, and all contestents are busy working on their pieces. It seems that they do not see me at all. The piece that insterests me the most is what Connor is working on, The Frog Prince. I spend a lot of time examining his creation, especially the spots on top of the head.

*I woke up some time deep in the night after this dream feeling that there is something very significant in it. I thought that it would be a good idea to re-read that fairy-tale to see what I could pick out from it. During another very short wake-up, I thought I saw lightening flash across the sky. I turned over, and...*

...suddenly feel the paralysis overtake me. Not giving myself time to think, I lift effortlessly out of my body, and fly about the darkened room. "Things always look different in the Astral", I think to myself, as I realize the room is somehow much higher than normal. I hover around the top of the doorway, enjoying the feeling of putting my hand through the wall and pulling it out again. On the other side, I notice a huge cobweb that actually forms an entire castle compound. I remind myself to look there once I'm back in the body. I decide not to disturbe it but simply fly around and around the room. Looking at the bed, I am startled to see that it's empty. The blankets are thrown to the side and it's obvious I'm not in the bed. I don't think about that too much, because what I want right now is to fly outside.

And as easy as thought, I turn to the window and fly through the curtains, air conditioner and glass (exactly as it is in life) and find myself in the wonderful cool, damp air high above the buildings. As I hover around the top of the trees, I realize the entire scene changes in front of me, morphs into what I would see from the top of the escarpment. I fly around a few trees and find myself overlooking a beautiful gorge and waterfalls. With delight I fly across the gorge to the other side and gasp as, with my fingers trailing the last of the outstretched branches, I am floating completely in open space above Hamilton. Below me, is the unmistakable Ivor Wynn Stadium. I cannot resist doing my favourite corkskrews up into the pre-dawn sky, turn and nose-dive towards the ground. My arms stretched wide, I just hover upright, a living pentagram, above the city that I love.

Time loses all meaning - all that remains is the delight in this total freedom. It's inevitable that I feel the tug to return, and with a twinge of regret, I follow the tug, and in one dizzying blur I find myself back in my room, sliding gently back into my bed. Not surprising, I am there, all is well and integrated again, and with a huge smile on my face and thanksgiving in my hear, I open my eyes to greet the new day!