D R E A M S

In the first part, I'm skydiving. I'm not tandem, but my instructor jumps as well. I feel a little bit of the terror from the initial jump, that complete removal of any sense of solidity beneath me. Of course, since I didn't really jump from anything, it's not quite as intense, as I haven't jumped out of a plane in 8 years, so my memory isn't so fresh, even subconsciously. For some reason, I have my friend David's dog, Simone with me as I jump. I've decided I want to take a picture of her while in freefall. I don't know why it can't be after I've deployed the chute, but oh well. For another unfathomable reason, I have a knife in one of my hands, which I have to put in my mouth all Errol Flynn-Style while I hold Simone by the scruff and snap the picture using my digital camera with the other.
I have small bits of memory of the freefall, which is totally not real, because I am gliding along over the earth below me the way one would while after chute deployment. I traverse a good 1/2 mile, somehow. Where the velocity comes from I don't know. After taking the picture of Simone, I put her away, somehow, somewhere - or she disappears. I'd floated along over a small city, to the outskirts, where there's some open pasture. My instructor is ahead of me, has already deployed his chute. I suddenly realize I am very close to the ground and reach up for the deployment ring. The chute fills with air above me literally the moment before I touch ground. I am safe and elated by my gamble.

Later, I am at a house. I live with some amateur wizards who derive their powers from very nerdy sources such as Dungeons and Dragons books and Magic The Gathering playing cards. I don't really remember much from this part of the dream, other than one of the wizards summons a wraith and it is very scary and I am trying to leave the house, but I want to take a chair with me because I want to read outside the house, since it is nice out. I'm carrying this overstuffed chair toward the door and fortunately wraiths move slowly in my dream. Then another one of the wizards casts some sort of alteration spell at the wrait and turns it into this caricature of itself and it becomes cartoon-like and acts like it is high. I call it a Doobie Wraith. I escape the house and sit outside on my stuffed chair and begin reading I don't know what.

Brian posted at 9:42 AM.