I went to bed one night and soon found myself in a line of passengers waiting to board a train.

I had been experimenting with dream control at the time, after realizing that we spend a third of our lives unconscious, and I’d had some success, but it was an on-going learning process. For example, the hardest part was finding a way to realize that I was dreaming; in time, I found that if I felt like I had to urinate, but there were no bathrooms around, it was a dream. Also, once I did realize I was dreaming, I had a tendency to immediately wake up, which I learned to overcome by focusing on the dream’s surroundings. I was having flying dreams and such, but this one took it to a new level.

There were four or five young boys in the line ahead of me, and I asked them if they’d like to see some magic. They looked at me like I was some kind of crack-pot, of course, and I found myself saying, “Watch this!” and then I woke myself up. Strange, indeed.

I know that dreams don’t extend beyond the confines of our own minds, but there’s a little part of me that wonders if there are some boys somewhere, in some other realm, standing around scratching their heads after witnessing an old man vanish before their eyes.