I was among a group of spectators at the edge of a strange shaft inside a building, (very dark and industrial looking). It resembled an elevator shaft only wider across and instead of having cables suspending vertically from the shaft, there were cables stretched across it lengthwise. We could all look down to the bottom which was about one story down. A very small man, possibly a dwarf, was performing for us. He began tap dancing frantically at the edge of the shaft. He was incredibly talented, creating music with his feet. Next thing I know he flips himself backward into the shaft and lands on his knuckles, balanced perfectly on one of the cables. He proceeds to perform these amazing acrobatics using the cables like a tightrope to balance on. His strength is super human, and his balancing abilities uncanny. He pulls his body up from a hanging position in super slow motion balanced on the tips of his knuckles until his legs are up above his head once again….that’s when one of the other spectators cries out. “Your finger!” The super-strong dwarf looks at his right hand and notices that his smallest finger has fallen off and landed on the floor of the shaft below. He looks very embarrassed, and walks to the edge of the shaft where a flight of stairs I never noticed before appear. Casually he walks down the steps, picks up his finger and begins reattaching it. The normalcy and nonchalant manner in which he addresses the crisis makes me wonder if falling fingers are a sympton of some disease that while hindering his growth give him superhuman strength. Ideas keep playing in my head as I try to figure out the situation. It all becomes too much for me when I see him reattach the finger like nothing happened. The dream dissolves…..
Next dream….I am dancing inside a club. I am a really good dancer, doing pirouettes and anti gravity maneuvers that put everyone else to shame. Out of the corner of my eye someone is trying to get my attention. I figure it’s just some sleazy drug pusher as these type of clubs always attract those kind. so I ignore the guy and keep dancing. He won’t go away, he’s holding up a note on a white piece of paper but I can’t make it out. I decide to see what it says. Posted on the note is the question “Do you have staph?” and following it is what I assume to be a medical definition for staphylococcus. I look at the guy in disbelief, and say “No!”. I’m thinking what a freak, who would ask such a thing to a perfect stranger. But he refuses to go away and he’s holding up a different note now. I move close to read it and it says “Can you see?”. I say if I couldn’t see would I be able to dance like this. He agrees I’m the best dancer in the place and says “yeah you must have the best EYES”. He puts emphasis on the word eye. The lucid part of my mind is trying to piece it all together. This is some kind of message, a warning. Something wrong with my eye, staph? the dream dissolves….
Next dream….I am running between two rows of orange trees in a very expansive orange grove. The trees go on forever. I keep running. I can’t feel my feet. The tops of the trees are invisible, swallowed by white fog. Many of the trees have ladders, some have orange pickers. Running. Orange trees. Ladders. Pickers. Can’t see the sky. Everything is so white above. Running. Orange trees. Ladders. The rows of trees seem to go on forever. Running, running. Trees. Ladders.