2012 Dream Journal, Entry #1:

After conversations with friends, a rereading of some Carlos Castaneda and a particularly good documentary called "The Pyramid Code," (concerning the energy change happening) my soulmate Robin and I decided to be sober for the year and more aware of our waking and dream states...boy was I hit quick the first night.

I became lucid flying over a desert. An inner narrator commented on 4-wheelers bounding in and out of sand dunes. Some were riding carefully and some were careless and injuring themselves. Then it hit me...I'm flying. I looked back over some mountains I had already passed and then at the desert below me. It was amazing. My thoughts drifted to my soulmate, because I was beyond psyched that I could get so clear in my dream state after such a long break. I was soon approaching lush, green hills that I assumed was Colorado or California. Just to be sure I was still dreaming, I risked a glance back at our bed and sure enough, we were still there. "WOW," I thought, "I'm transitioning between states without a problem."

I became aware of how easy it was to fly (which I have done many times), but I was wasn't sure how I would land. I descended gracefully onto the grassy hillside and walked, examining my surroundings. I kept considering how to bring this reality to my waking life. How could I connect the dream state with the waking state and make it stick? I wanted to phone Robin and let her know I flew across the country (sans a vehicle), and was right now hundreds of miles away. Inside the store, I reminded myself not to stare too hard at anything, because often the dream will dissolve right in front of you, if examined too closely...not the case this time. I saw the shelves, food, items for sale and almost bumped into a black woman and her child.

"I just flew here in my dream," I mention off hand, "and you are part of it."
"I'm in your dream?" she asked, "Am I not real?"
"Of course you are real," I say, "and your own person, but I've never met you, and right now you are in my dream."

She laughed and led me into a room with people I knew. There was Edwin, a kid I remember from camp who changed his name to Peter, a guy who said he was an ex-boyfriend of DJ Who, and then I wound up in a garage with some of my better friends, Nato Caliph, Benjamin Gandhi-Shepard, and Jabari Robinson. I walked straight up to Nato and told him how I got here. He looked freaked out and said I was crazy. I approached Ben and began telling him what happened, and that's when Robin's alarm clock went off.

Oh well, until next time...