I'm not sick, but my dad drags me to a clinic. Doing intake and triage is a tall, cute, tough-looking, quiet, cheerful young woman, sitting a high desk. In her slack time between client-intakes, she reads a science fiction novel full of vivid pictures. Or is the whole story in comix form?

The beautiful unearthly images encourage me, so I get the courage to talk with her (I felt attracted to her, so I got shy, as usual). Say I love such books too...

...and I slip into the world in her book.

Silky, my anima, is leading me somewhere. She's not human tonight, but a talking palomino mare, sleek and slender as a deer--so sexy to a fur like me! She has golden hooves matching her mane & tail. Oh, and huge white wings like some Christian angel. A pegasus!

She guides us on a flight between universes. The girl reading the book back in the clinic flies along with me, following my nightmare. My sexy nightmare.

Silky leads us up a long arc through clouds and blue air...

On this level, Silky's still a winged mare, but she goes clear as glass! Just a faint pegasus gleam.

Now the scene reverts to a picture in that book. But having met my nightmare and loved her, I'm dissatisfied with the illustrations--her eyes are placed wrong! I have a yellow pencil eraser, and redraw her eyes. But I'm leaving faint red smears, from a red pencil tied tight to my pencil with sewing thread. Pry that loose--ow! tight!--and NOW I can erase the smudges just fine, and fix the image.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Dad drags me unwilling to clinic: my dad's been nagging me to see a lawyer friend of his.
• The book with poorly drawn magical images: published dream-guides are shoddy and inaccurate. Analyzing or decoupling things now tied tightly together will help me improve my picture--though I'm unsure what that red pencil is.
• Fly to a level where bodies turn glassy: a classic guided shamanic flight, to the spirit world. Just without drumming or drugs--pure dreamwork!

Against my gut feeling, I trusted my dad's recommendation. That lawyer ripped me off for thousands. I ended up hiring another lawyer to sue the crooked one to get my money back, and partly did--after two years of frustration and stress. Thanks Dad!

Sorry about the sordid afternote. But the dream itself sure contrasted the material world with dreams.

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