As I began to imagine what being pulled like that would be like, I realized my powers of imagination were quite extraordinary. I could actually see a person being pulled up and the kite up above him. I saw some electrical wires and wondered if he might hit them. I even began wondering what it would be like if my wife Carolina were pulled like that.

What amazed me most was the vividness of the images I was creating. I reflected that the images were as strong as dream images, and I wondered if there was any connection between dreams and my powers of imagination.

I came to realize that I was sitting in a movie theater with my arm around Birdie (my steady girlfriend during my late teens), who was sitting on my left. As a movie began, still pondering my powers of imagination, I looked at the screen and decided to test the powers. I wanted to visit Franz Kafka, whom I immensely admired. At once I found myself apparently in Germany. I was elated. Germany was where I most wanted to be. As I walked along a deserted area and saw ahead of me an old door, mostly of opaque glass, I realized I didn't even know whether I was inside or outside. I thought I would find out whether I was inside or outside after I passed through the door.

I swung the door open and saw the outside street ahead of me. I was so happy to be there, but I didn't let my joy interfere with my task, which was to find Franz Kafka. I thought about how Kafka had written a book comparing life to a trial, and how appropriate that seemed to me.

The street being deserted, I thought I needed to look for people. I thought I would look for the center of town and would seek a church to enter. Looking around, I saw what appeared to be a crowd of people on the street ahead of me and I headed toward them.

I abruptly snapped out of my imagination and back into the movie theater. Birdie was pressed quite close to me. I felt close to her. She seemed to realize what I was doing and I thought she might want to participate, but I was unsure she could.

The movie was on the screen; I realized it was in German. I thought I would try to focus on it for a while, to see if I could pick up the plot.

Gradually I once again seemed to be in Germany. I was in a house looking for a pen because I needed to write something. As I went through some things on a desk in front of me, I was interrupted by a young woman. Apparently the things belonged to her, and just as she interrupted me, I had my hand in a purse which apparently belonged to her. When I saw a $20 bill in the purse, I hoped she didn't think I was trying to rob her. I only wanted a pen.

As I picked up a camera, I realized I had once known the woman. I vaguely recalled having been with her years ago when she had bought the camera. When I asked her about the camera, however, she said she had just bought the camera the previous week.

Suddenly a man in a strange costume which covered everything but his face appeared through a window. I realized he was Phil Lane (an old friend from Portsmouth, Ohio). He looked ridiculous and I said something about how some things never change. I hadn't seen him in many years and I wanted to talk with him. The woman was apparently his wife or girl friend.

He didn't have time and he quickly left.

Dream Commentary of June 28, 2015

Like lost souls seeking direction in a church, so do dream-journalists seek direction for their dreams on the Dream Journal.