I'm standing on the edge of a cliff with jagged rocks all around me. The scenery reminds me of the Grand Canyon, although I've never been there...maybe something I saw on a postcard or in a book. I'm alone, and no animals are around, but in fact, I don't see very far around me...just the jagged rocks and me.
I jump from the cliff, without looking over the edge and without any justification for why I'm jumping. Perhaps someone jumped already...I don't know, it seems like they did.
At the bottom there is water - I walk to it and realize it's a shallow stream. I reach into the water - I don't know why I do this - but I reach in and I feel something below the water. I pull it out and it's a long canvas, about as wide as my shoulders. Before this point I had not been fully aware of the colors surrounding me. But on the canvas that I pulled from the water, there are pictures in colors that I've never seen before...I can't make out the pictures - or maybe I can't remember them - but the colors are vivid and beautiful. I pull the canvas more but never know how long it stretches because my dream ends.
