9 THE SPEAKING STONE
I know that I am dreaming, and we stand in an airport tower, overlooking a bustling airport. The city extends beyond the airport as far as the eye can see. As I look, a train of sorts that is suspended in midair halts in front, and a group of people disembarks. My best guess is that the train is suspended and propelled by a magnetic field, and I notice that the room around me is full of thin modern looking computer pads, there is a holographic display of the airport traffic in front of one of the consoles, and everything seems technologically advanced.
One of the airplanes takes off on a nearby runway, and I watch as it lifts smoothly into the air. Just as it clears building height, a brilliant white light fills the world. My eyes fill with the light, and I wonder if
