Into The Greenhouse Vol. II

Su 6/8/89 Li:                                           Dream one.  I'm walking along a street very high along a precipice.  Down below on my right as I walked I could see the ocean, so that it's as if I were walking due west.  It had a beautiful feeling, and you could feel a beautiful breeze coming up off it. 

It wasn't a steep fall because there were ledges all the way down.  There was a waterfall but it wasn't so much that the water was falling; it was that the ocean was coming up the hill.  It was most strange, because there wasn't a sense of water flowing down. 

I saw it and I said, “Oh god this is it.  Oh Dwight there is no reason why you can't fly, don't be afraid.”  

At that I leapt off the cliff and I was uncertain and wondered if I was going to fall onto these large trees that were below on the various ledges.  The trees would hang over and try to get over to the ocean, to catch the light being silhouetted by the cliff top.  They were bent and were majestic trees. 

The ledges created a pyramidal effect and the water on the ledges added to the power of the pyramid's vibration, it really upped the frequency and amplified its vibration. 

It was like a natural fountain, but the water was green in colour, but the ocean was blue and soothing.  There was a lot of white surf, where it crested around the rocks of the shore, way below. 

I would fly by throwing myself forward in a dive with my chest barreled and forward.  With my arms out I'd flap my wings, as it were.  Then I'd feel somewhat uncertain and I would then alight on the ledge below. 

The distance between ledges was not considerable and there was always a strong updraft, which got stronger as you descended closer to the ocean.  As a result, you were in no great danger of falling and doing damage, yet I had to really boost my confidence to do it adequately. 

So then I said to myself impatiently, “Dwight you're in a dream and it's time you had a flying dream, to experience the rapture and the beauty of dreaming.”  

This happened for like three or four times, in which I would take off then I'd alight for being so cautious and fearful of falling, in this strange new environment. 

From the second to the third ledge I had to swoop down under the branches of what seemed like a beautiful exotic version of a weeping willow tree.  The sense of flowing liquidness of this tree was quite beautiful.