In my dream, I am child. I find myself at a run-down, neighborhood play-ground near the projects where I used to live when I was younger. This is the park that my great grandmother used to bring me to while my mother went to school. It was cloudy and gray, though not raining. There is a train that runs next to the park, but it can only be seen as it passes through a clearing in the trees that flank one particular side of the area. I heard the sound of the train in my dream, which I remember being an unpleasant, dark sound when I was younger. My great grandmother, Cuppy, is not with me in my dream, which gives me an unpleasant feeling. There are 4 flat boulders with slate-like surfaces that make the corners of a square in the wood-chips of the play-ground. There is nothing but wood-chips in the middle of these boulders, though. Each boulder is roughly 30 or 40 feet from the adjacent boulders. I crouch on top of the nearest boulder to observe its surface. I want to jump through the clouds now, but it's impossible from here, so I leap to the next clockwise boulder in the square, somehow, without ever touching the wood-chips in between. I do the same thing again, finding myself now observing the third rock in the square. It's still impossible to fly up through the clouds, so again I leap, this time to the fourth rock. This boulder, however, has a piece missing from its surface that is roughly the shape of a jagged heart or "V". I have been holding a stone piece in my hand before I even stepped upon the first boulder, and it is clear to me that I need to put the rock in its spot. I put the rock in its place and for some reason, I can feel my ability to jump through the clouds, and I fly upward, literally watching the ground fall beneath my feet...observing the playground and surrounding streets in vivid detail. -----> *** I have had this dream before in my life. The first time I had it was while I still lived in those projects, and I have recalled it since then, particularly when I actively TRY to remember my dreams.
