In last night’s dream, I am sharing living quarters with several
friends who do not exist in my waking life. Most of them are older than
I am. There is some kind of division of duties between the male and
female residents and each gender is disatisfied with how the other
discharges said duties. Nietzsche says we dream interesting dreams or
none at all; this dream is nearly a counterexample to that claim. What
saves it from utter banality is a section of our house, perhaps a
patio, that has a transparent glass floor. That floor reveals that our
residence is at a stunning elevation. (How it is suspended at such a
height I cannot say.) Below, I see a land of land of lakes and
mountains, apparently not inhabited. The beauty of the panorama is
overwhelming and so is the vertigo.