A very wonderful night of dreaming…
The best of the bunch was on another magical mountaintop in a large auditorium, one level, with immense windows. The crowd went outside and a dance began, local people waving and snapping large scarves over their heads. Then suddenly, a lady flew up into the air, seemingly held aloft by her scarf and I remembered that people can do that, they can fly in their dreams. A second lady flew up to her aid and the two hovered and then flew slowly away.
An ethereal woman came to me, flowing, floating, transparent. She began to describe to me that bridges in dreams are special points, that we can ask for powers there. She said I got a free coupon for one session. Which seemed a bit silly as you could simply visit a bridge whenever you chose.
I began to make note of this in my book. I started to write on the cover, then thought better of it, except that none of my notes marred the rough, golden surface. The Chinese characters and little group dressed in ancient robes on the front were also fine. I opened the book to find a blank page, but none were so. The book appeared to be written from front to back and back to front, giving lessons for people either way. At either end, you function as a beginner.