on the sixteenth floor of a very tall building downtown, i become completely absorbed in watching a feather fall to the bottom floor. i drop other things, but they fall rapidly with no grace. the feather is so fascinating as it falls, that i stop caring about everything else going on in my life and the world.

i am with my grandfather on a bare spot in a forest on a hill. there are other people there. we are standing around a large feather-shaped structure made of sticks, wood and string. the people are all talking, but i hear something from the base of the feather. i bend down to the earth, and i listen to it. it's a voice, and whatever it says makes me very happy and laugh very deeply.

i am in a very, very tall office building. i am on the top floor, giving a presentation to a group of very impressive and important people at some kind of business meeting. i look out the wall, which is all windows, and i see the world below. it looks like it is either being struck by hundreds of little tornadoes or very large bombs are going off all around. i can't tell which. but i shout to everyone in the room that everything is being destroyed and we need to get to the ground floor. no one moves. they look at me strangely, but i run. i run down hundreds of flights of stairs. my mom is on the bottom floor. she is evacuating other people. she starts to go back up into the building to save the people i was at the business meeting with, and i tell her not to go, because they are not worth saving. she smiles, and starts to go up the stairs anyway. i say, wait, goodbye, i love you, because i know i won't see her ever again. and then i wake up.