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 In the desert late at night, a woman points to the sky and I see a dozen or so lights - UFOs - gathering in a circle near Altair, then swirling in formation across the dark sky. A large meeting or confluence of people in the desert, debating whether the UFOs are real. Every encounter is pervaded with suspicion of alien infiltration. I move among the crowd trying to understand what is going on. Incoherent reports of abductions or disappearances...
 I talk to mom from behind her seat and she leans back as I interrogate. "You can't feel embarrassed, can you?" I demand. "No." "Why? Why can't you feel embarrassed?" She seems upset, flustered, almost weeping yet smiling inanely...
 I am with a woman inside a small house or cabin, gossiping about a missing man (the first to disappear, fat and maybe food for the aliens?). Then I see a UFO, no larger than a large TV - oblate, dark, humming, vents along its trailing edge - cruising quietly up the treelined street of parked cars...
 I feel the temporary crown on my right lower molar come loose; I hold the plastic in my hand and poke with my tongue at the huge gap in my tooth...
 I am with a therapist, an indistinct androgynous presence, who says "Today we're going to discuss your spirit." I eagerly reply, "Yes, because my spirit touches everything in this room." Then with childlike conviction and assurance, "It touches everything on the whole planet," and then, "It touches everything in the whole universe!" But my perspective is expanding with my claims: I am rushing outward and upward into space, falling headlong alone into black infinity. I shout with fear...
 I arrive at a concert hall with a male friend. The usher hands us a seat token - a large, gold disk embossed with the seat number and decorative figures - and we go inside. Assistants are just removing a tarp from the front rows of seats, and we go down and across just in front of the stage. An elderly couple has already taken our seats, and we politely displace them...
 Then I feel so happy that I fly gently up into the air; higher than a tall, hollow metal pole erected in the aisle. Three women come down the aisle as I slide down the pole like a fireman to their feet...
 I am out by a river dock paved in elegant stone, grassy hills across the water and in the distance the churches and far buildings of a magnificent old city. I feel overflowing joy and gratitude to have found the city still there as it was when I last saw it. Over and over I shout "ça existe toujours!"...
 A yard with a garage set back from the street; I play in a plastic swimming pool with two boys from next door. The smell of flowers and the oleander bushes that grow in the driveway. A bee sting - to soothe it mom pushes my hand into the garden mud...
 A theft in the home: two police officers standing in the kitchen taking information. Mom had left some jewelry on her dresser or on the kitchen counter; someone walked into the house and took it while she and I were in the back yard...
 A small house near the ocean, smell of salt air. I am very young. I climb wooden stairs from the driveway up to a sunroof above the back of the house, dragging behind me a large Howdy Doody doll. I clamber up the steps and throw the doll over the railing onto the concrete pavement below. I do this several times, until the head shattered. It is a warm, sunny afternoon in the backyard, I stand looking very closely at blossoms and marveling at them as if for the first time...
 In the tumult of a crowd of people, a disembarking train in a station, I see a young woman. I have been looking for her. A radiant, deep pang of love surges in me as if I am seeing my true love for the first time. She is young, perhaps 19 years, with long, dark brown hair gathered behind her ears, a slim shapely figure, lovely oval face, a curious small scar under her chin, a calm elegant manner, simple dress. She approaches and smiles, I take her in my arms. An indescribable healing peace, a radiant timelessness flows over us as we embrace. I surrender to her, over and over a voice within me says that she is my love, she is my love...