Kim

 I can almost remember what Kim's face looked like.  Though I have never seen him.   Aside from dream space.

It was the usual 4 am.  It could have gone either way.  I get up to meditate, or I try to go back in. I went back in.  This time I was clutching my favorite piece of Lavakite (the one out by the old tree in the driveway).  To get back in, I went down stairs and in my mind I looked at the many facets of the lavakite.  I think that was the clincher.  I had heard that earlier in the day on one of my books on tape what amounted to  Basic mindfulness--to really really look at an object. Don't look at the forest, look at the tree.  Go beyond thinking of the usual impression of "grass".  Each individual blade.  The new perspective makes the front yard jump up like a jungle from another universe.  But I digress.

In my mind I looked at the lavakite, and its different facets of reflection.  And I was outside.  I might have been by the watertower with the other lavakite, or by the fence with the lavakite.  But I was outside in the backyard talking to Kim, who I have never met.  But before he was Kim, he was death, and I had initially recoiled, but did not run away from death.  Now that I remember it, I might have also been with Cassandra's dead neighbor, the one that likes Todd Rungren.  But I don't think she was there when Kim appeared. 

 Kim was a fairly average looking asian guy who I don't think I have ever seen before.   Short brown hair.  Reminds me a little of Jiao Jin in Tianjin all those years ago, but different.   I think he initially came up in a car. 

Kim took my hand and we started moving.  Through the backyard kind of fast.  Moving without walking.   Over the ground.   The movement was too fast and I let go of his hands and broke the connection, because I was afraid.  

I will explore more with Kim.  I will call to him in the future.   When I go back in.  Maybe tonight.