Dream...an incredible dream for me. A couple nights ago I dreamt of being on this street, a residential street...vague and shapeshifting street, but pleasant. And there were these two old men that I didn't know standing next to their bicycles. Then one of the old men mistakenly let his bike slip away from him and it started down the street. Somehow I managed to catch it for him, but not without it somehow loosing some of it's parts. After handing him the bike I searched for these parts, without which the bike--or some function of the bike--wouldn't work. I found almost all the parts and had returned them for him, but there was this small nut that held it all together and without finding that little nut it wouldn't work.

After trying and trying to find it...and realizing how much effort I was putting out for this old man that I didn't even know, I suddenly looked up to the sky and realized what perfection there was in helping this man. It was perfect. Life was perfect. There was no waiting to become, no waiting for and needing some "part" that will make it all work. Right now I was being a gift to another person and in that I and Life were perfect.

What was amazing was the feeling or actualy a state that I was in. It may have been a direct experience, although I'm not sure I've heard of having a direct experience while in a dream state. All I know was how complete and utterly peaceful and fulfilling it was. When I woke up I tried to return to the state, but couldn't.