It is season of Advent and there is a great chaos in welfare aid facilities. All members and I as an outsider are assembled. With the too many inquiries no-one shall whitely go on like it at this time. The social psychological leader attacks in and complains that my suggestion to make cress seed germinate for the dissolution of the conflicts in the families not for the central supply of welfare aid facilities heard and therefore my contribution is incompetent.

I first am confused a little that she questions my competence, but I then counter, I could teach the families with that to float. She regards me as shifted totally now and breaks the meeting off in a resounding laughter. But I jump to the astonishment of everyone highly in front of her eyes and float in the air. Before the leader can say something, I pack her and throw her over a balustrade in the depth. I afterwards cry for her she shall call: This is a dream! She is so amazed that she yells out loudly only shortly before opening on the ground: This is my dream! And she actually floats weightlessly over the ground after that, too.

The new feeling brings her joy and peace. We float toward each other. We feel although sexually dragged out to each other but I ask them to be aware of everything around himself with distance: Blurred edges, sharp details, light and shade! I ask her to pay attention to her breath particularly as the breath changes her perception in the state of suspense.

The people hurry by the shopping arcades to fulfil the partly luxurious Christmas wishes. You seem harassed, irritated and in despair. Anyway the social conflicts are preprogrammed to the Christmas time.