I'm walking out on the edge of a cliff. It's a long, long way down. I can sense that.

Cautiously, I peak my way out past the edge. I have this impression that I'm supposed to go down to the sand flats down below, but it looks like a few hundred metres down that way, with no sign of a path that isn't treacherous.

I have this impression too that the sand is dangerous - that to step on it, would be to risk falling in.

* scene change *

I'm in a room. There's a young boy here. He has a knife.

The atmosphere is tense. The anger is strong, so strong I can feel it from where I'm standing. It's a violence that won't go away.

I'm intimidated by this. I know I need to do something. I want to wish him good thoughts, calm and peace, but I don't feel I'm a match.

I think of the Yin/Yang symbol, of holding the balance between darkness and light, and then of the Buddha. I imagine bringing what the Buddha would bring to this situation

* immediately the dream changes *

I'm in the kitchen of my old, family home. A voice sifts through the dream, as though that of the Buddha himself:

"Tomorrow, I will hang up happiness at the window".

I watch a set of closed blinds ruffling, a light breath (like that of the words themselves) seems to be darting amongst them, allowing them to move/rustle about.

I wonder what a world like this would be - where we're not bringing our own issues into the world, but instead breathing this same sense of peace into it.

I wonder if there's another message, but the presence seems to have lifted. Eager to recall the words I've just heard, I choose to wake.