We flew over a huge mountain range, whose end I couldn't make out in any direction from even up here. I just knew there was an end to it, and behind it was a civilization. We were dandelion seeds. I let the wind drift me, and then I noticed something in the valley beneath us that made me curious. I directed myself downwards, along the rocks, and for a moment I admired our being, the way we gracefully had ourselves carried as seeds.
Last night I had a strange dream. I was on an iced up lake with a few people, and suddenly a panicky person came running to me.
"They are driving on the ice with tanks!" the person shouted in fear.
I watched as tanks entered the ice, with a slight expectation that the ice would break. But nothing happened. I watched on, and the ice stayed stable and strong.