How do you do that?

How do you wake me from a perfectly sound sleep when you're nowhere around? Where do you hide that little tiny crowbar with which you pry open my eyes in the middle of the night? It is hidden somewhere in this room, but I can't find it.

I am sleeping. Dreaming.

It is so good to dream again. I stopped dreaming once for about five years. It was horrible. I never want to experience that again.

But tonight I am dreaming, some pleasant dreams in which I am traveling in the astral plane and there is complete freedom. I am not hampered by this body, not bound by this earth. I am free, free, free, as I have always wished to be. The wind rushes through my hair. The sun shines full on my face, and for once I do not have to hide from it. Its rays cannot harm me in this astral plane.

It is a different kind of sun, anyway. Not the usual variety of scorcher. This is a star of greater magnitude than any I have known. It has far greater energy than most suns and yet it is gentle and kind. It flows like water yet pulses with fire. Its warmth caresses my skin. The energy radiating from it draws me like a magnet. I fly, rushing through the solar winds, confident in my ability to merge with the source.

When I was a child I tried to fly. I would dream that I was hovering near the ceiling, flying up and down the hallway searching for a means of escape. I had to get out of that house. How could I spread my wings in that long, skinny hallway? It was too confining. There was no room to maneuver. I would wake up soaked in perspiration and troubled. And for a brief moment I would be glad that my feet were once again on solid ground.

But now when I fly it is without limitations. The entire universe is my playground. There is nothing holding me back, nothing confining me. I can rush toward this sun with my eyes closed. Its essence draws me in, there is no need for me to navigate or steer. No GPS to set, no horizon indicator to monitor. It is so easy, so natural, it happens without a guiding hand.

I am closer now. I am almost there. I am within the corona of the great sun and in a few more ticks of the cosmic clock I shall merge and become one with it.

Suddenly my eyes fly open.

All is dark, save for the light of the full moon streaming in my window. All is quiet. The pussycat sleeps near the foot of the bed. And you are on my mind.

I'm gonna find that crowbar if I have to search the rest of the night.