CUBE DESCENDING

Dream of Helen Luke, at age 59, remembered and recorded in her journal in old age:

I dreamed there was a great cube of stone which was also pure light, apricot-colored dawn light, that came crashing through the root of a great barn. A small chip from the stone had flown and into me unseen. I was so excited by its beauty that I called urgently to [my friend] Else to come and see it-- whereupon immediately the stone began to rise again and disappeared through the roof.