Night of dream travels. Dreampaths to places and environments, known and unknown, with unexpected persons known from the past showing up with unknown persons for dramatic episodes. Not at all surreal but very realistic…the dream-happenings are completely coherent, specifically in the speech patterns and spontaneous dialogue.

In continuation of which, in a final sequence, I find myself in a shaded portico. Striated beams of sunlight, extremely thin and delicate, are streaming into the space at an angle about twenty degrees from the vertical. These beams are barely visible, and I can’t determine the nature of the opening in the ceiling. But as the streaks strike some unknown element in a fissure in the floor, reflecting upward at a naturally exact angle, they are transformed into very tangible photons. At first, these seem to be dust particles, but not so: I am perceiving the flow of photons-in-themselves, tactile, streaming up from the ground. I place my hand in the flow and can feel tiny prickles, creating dancing patterns of turbulence with my fingers.