I am in the middle of a fairly unremarkable dream. In the dream, a friend from church is explaining to me how to work a Geiger counter. Suddenly, a man dressed predominantly in darker clothes darts out from him and stabs him in the back forcefully with a dagger. I feel shocked by this and determined not to let this injustice escape unpunished. Some people start to chase him, and he dives through the throng. Seconds later I see him making a telephone call from a nearby public pay phone. I am running towards him, the closest person to him, and maybe the only person still after him. I still feel incensed so self-protection has no power over me.

Somehow he is far away from me once more, running for the door. I am determined that he should not get away with what he has done, and infuriated at the prospect. "Don't let him get away!" I cry, since there are already people by the door. In response to my cry, they make some moves towards stopping him. I don't know whether they stop him, for my attention is somehow drawn (by a voice inside?) telling me that I've identified the wrong man, and identifying the right man. I recognise him instantly, for he is but a couple of feet away, with a similarly aggressive/crazed air, I think also with a knife, about to try and strike me down.

I awake, type this dream up, and reflect on how unreal everything seems to me. I think of how I would react to my friend's murder or the death of someone close to me. Unable to imagine how this would affect me, I consider the prospect of my own death. This too, seems strangely lacking of poignancy, perhaps because I feel that, as a Christian, this shouldn't bother me over much - no more and no less in fact than any other person's death. How amazing if that would be if it were true. Like someone returning to reality from an LSD trip, I know that this is not the case in the real world, and that shortly I will feel differently, as 'everyday' reality crowds out these higher thoughts. It is 7:31 am and even as I type I begin to hear the noises of this world that mark the starting of another day, and I find my mood already changed. Silently and with imperceptible subtlety my window onto the other world has closed.