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Dreamed 1971/11/26 by Chris Wayan

I'm in my late teens, but I'm a small girl--not just small for my age, but miniaturized--about half scale or even less. Two foot six, if I stretch! I look Eurasian, with long straight dark hair--and wings. That's why I'm so small--it's the only way I could be light enough to fly.

I'm acting in a play, in a huge old theater. I'm not on stage, though--I perch up in the balcony, greet a couple of friends. But two middle-aged women below us gossip nastily about me, loud enough for me to hear. I'm used to it. Jealousy. The price of wings.

The play starts with a description of Soviet and American jets, then the new Soviet "superfighters." My cue! I fly across the rotunda, under the chandelier, playing a superfighter, or at least the shadow of its wings. That's it--that's my role. No speaking parts yet, though I have hopes. I'm a gyrlfalcon about two feet tall, perched on my lionlike boyfriend's shoulder. Sketch of dream by Wayan; click to enlarge.

But the cast stops after the first act, and says, "the tickets are gone, so we won't perform the second act yet; but you can buy new tickets for just $24 that'll let you see the second act and then the whole thing over again, making 4 times in all, a good bargain." Huh? That's not just a ripoff, it doesn't even make sense! My boyfriend and I walk out in protest. Few others do.

He's a human-looking Hero, muscular, leonine. He's the modern equivalent of the legendary Green Lion. A descendant? His hair is a wild, slightly greenish mane, so I've always wondered.

He says "Let's get the real tickets--I think I know where they're hidden." We slip into the theatre library. I leap to the top shelf, go along it, hanging from it, fluttering to keep my balance, till Hero nods. Is this the place? I lift the scripts and... yes! A fat envelope of tickets. Snatch it, but as I kick off from the shelf, the evil Program Announcer comes in.

And he's a wolverine! Claws and fangs like razors.

He attacks Hero. I dive on him like a hawk, distracting him, despite my small size. Hero hits him hard, once, twice, and he turns to flee. We pursue. Out the library, down the hall... I feel fierce, a gyrlfalcon. No more little angel!

Outside. The wolverine's nowhere in sight: gone to ground. So we scour the countryside, visually tune out the trees and ground and lesser burrows, till we meet at the lip of the only hole big enough for him: Warlock Well. Hero stands like the Green Lion reborn, above the black wellshaft going down to the Wolverine's Underworld. I perch on Hero's shoulder and look down. Prepare to dive. Risky, but I know it has to be done, and we'll persevere--because we are fated to marry, and you can't do that dead.

Together we jump...



This was one of the earliest dreams I wrote out, at age 17. The next day I saw a TV special, "The Eagle and the Hawk." A tiny camera around an eagle's neck gave a bird's-eye view of flight, even of hunting--diving in Idaho canyons for prey. It was the first time anyone had ever managed such live pictures from an eagle's viewpoint. When I saw those pictures, it was a shock--so like the dream. Since I believed then that psychic dreams were impossible, this was a bit awkward...

I'm a gyrlfalcon in flight in a huge dark theater. Sketch of dream by Wayan; click to enlarge.

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