I am in the garage when I discover that I am psychokinetic. With an effort of will and the appropriate hand gestures I make a paper plate rise off the floor, sail away, and then come toward me. I spend a lot of time playing with the paper plate outside, making it swoop around the sky and return to me. I am very pleased with my power. I experiment with other objects, but nothing seems to work.
I decide to tell my step-father who works for a mysterious government agency that investigates the paranormal. I mention it in an off-hand way but am very gratified by the excitement in his face. I am pleased to be a distinguished individual with a rare power, and am looking forward to the attention of my step-father and his colleagues.
My mother, however, is most displeased with my gift. She mistrusts the government and believes that our house has been bugged. She tells me not to tell my step-father about my ability. There is a scene where we are looking out a picture window into the backyard and my mother claims she sees several spy cameras but I am unable to see what she is pointing at. My mother becomes angry that I disbelieve her.
I explain to my step-father that the psychokinesis seems to lie in a feeling of connection to the object. I was able to move the plate, I say, because I believed I could, because I knew I would be able to.
I develop the ability to move other objects. Heavier objects require greater exertion and gestures that portray their weight--a kind of pantomime. The dream ends with an enormous storm coming. My brother and sister and a third sibling are triplets. They have just woken up at 3 am to prepare a school project. We are all in the house next door to our house. Our mother is alone. I have no idea where our step-father is. I imagine my mother's shadow pacing the upper stories of the house, staring out the windows, the mad woman in the attic. The radio, which is switched off, begins to pick up static, strange noises, something which might be voices.
