Flying Kites

(Friday, July 4, 2014) Moon in Libra, first quarter.

I am downtown Minneapolis, near 10th street. There is a deep, square hole the size of a city block, such as is excavated when a skyscraper is being built. The hole is so deep it causes a strong updraft to rise from the earth. People have gathered to fly kites in the flow. I am flying a kite too, a bright red one, but have gained enough confidence that I will soon take the next step, which is becoming a human kite.

The man I met on the plane returning from San Francisco, Robert, is standing under an awning across the street from the kites, watching me. In my dream I wonder if he is a lucid dreamer and knows how to visit. Or if he has enough cyber-savvy to spy on me in waking life. Psiber / cyber. Ether way, his motivations seem born of a sense of affection.