Before bed last night Daniel and I stayed up late(well actually it was pretty early for us crazy night owls)talking with Ben. It was a rather complex, intense discussion on relationships, the arbitrary nature of structure, and meaningless sex. Then we went to bed.

The dream started right there, with the three of us in the kitchen. Daniel and Ben were conversing intently, somewhat at odds with each other as they argued their way to the same place. Quite similar, in fact, to the waking reality. I was staring out the window into the midnight blackness of the backyard, half of my mind was listening carefully, following the contortions of the conversation and the other half was marvelling at the stormy landscape.

Several flashes of lightening caught my full attention. It was no ordinary lightening storm. The shaft of lightening drilled into the ground like a giant laser beam, ferociously churning up the dark brown soil. I was gripped by fear and utterly astounded. My mind was feebly telling me something about listening for the thunder and calculating the distance, as though this crazy lightening might really be some simple, distant, natural phenomenon. I watched several bolts drill their holes violently underground and disappear, their tails flickering and writhing like snakes.

There was another friend with us now. I can't remember who she was, just that she was a near and dear friend. She decided to go outside. "NO, NO!" We tried to prevail upon her to stop, but she was determined and pushed past us.

We watched in horror as she crossed the distressed ground. She made it to the top of the rise before it got her. The bolt hit her directly. For a single, frozen moment we saw her impaled on the jagged spear of electricity, then she crumpled and vanished in an incandescent flash.

Daniel and Ben immediately tried to go look for her, but I stopped them. "Wait." I whimpered.

A few minutes later we saw a glow, a flicker, like a flourescent lightbulb malfunctioning. The random flickering settled into a pattern and we realized slowely that there was form to it, like seeing a hologram appear in smoke. It was her, our friend. She gradually became complete, a being made of light, of electricity. She danced before us.

It was disturbing, eerie, mesmerizing and I have no idea what it means.