Flying swiftly, as though disembodied, through a house (no correspondence to WR) with the wild energy and frustration of a trapped bird, into Mami’s room and closet, back out the hallway into my bedroom and yes, straight to the window glass, caution be damned! I find myself outside in the wide open sky of a pleasant sunny day. Not only did I finally manage to fall asleep, I’m lucid. I look at my left hand and conjure X’s key but it is more a bronze-gold light, not solid, and I smile as it eludes my grasp. I don’t really try very hard to grasp it, because I know where I want to go and feel I might be close. I’m flying, almost standing upright, over a residential neighborhood, but though at first I sensed the ocean to my left, when I look down and around me, it seems I’m farther from it than I had hoped. Nevertheless, X might be dreaming now and hear me, so I call his name, once, twice. I hear my voice travel through the air, and then a response! I seem to hear a man’s voice call out from somewhere below and ahead of me, “Maria!” Heading toward it, I look down, calling, “X!” again and getting another response from a dark-haired man sitting on the front lawn of a large house. I get the sense of many other people out on this pleasant day, residents enjoying themselves. I can hardly believe it! I found X! But for some reason he’s not looking in my direction and I cry, “X, I’m up here!” urging him to follow me up into the sky. He does so and I say, “Come on, take my hand! I’m not too stable.”
The supposed X grabs my left hand and we look at each other. I’m thrilled and amazed we connected while he comments that he expected it to take at least a few more attempts. We’re coasting on the high of success but I think to suggest that we should tell each other something that will up us confirm our meeting in WR. I don’t recall how we end up on the ground and walking into a building, where we are confronted by two possible doors. I now remark, “You seem oddly subdued, X. How can I be sure you’re you and not just a dream character?” He doesn’t respond as he stands before the door on the left, and his stance tells me he wants to go that way, but for some reason I don’t, I prefer the door to the right (they’re both made of metal) and I open it. By now I’m feeling almost too high energy and bubbly compared to his sedate attitude but I can’t help feeling elated.
The door leads into a narrow corridor of the same building and I say, “See, now there’s a roof” which appeared to be forming even as I speak. I’m referring to the recurring annoyance of feeling trapped indoors in LDs, but I refuse to surrender and, finding a narrow opening, I Superman through it with X just behind me. We make it outside and I become aware of snowflakes in what appears to be a small parking lot. It’s snowing? I’m surprised. The cars are now dark-blue plastic chairs, several rows of them with some people seated on them and X and I are on separate sides of this off exterior waiting area, with me heading right as he moves across chairs to my left saying something about having gotten mud on his head. It’s an odd comment and while waiting for him to do whatever he’s doing, I play around, doing the backstroke through the air, enjoying my elation. He still looks distracted as we take off into the sky again. I say, “Let’s go to the rock” which was where we had planned to meet. “Take me to the rock.” He seems agreeable to this and, with me holding his left hand, he begins flying in what feels like the direction of the ocean, trailing me behind him. But he descends toward a female figure in the front yard of his house, letting go of me to land and embrace her. I think at first it’s his wife, but then he scoops her up and says, “I’m going to put you here” his tone fond but earnest, and I realize it must be his daughter. I wait for him, drifting forward, and phase out of the dream.
Dream Notes: X was lucid at the same time I was. He experienced something he never has before, a hazy vision of rocks and ocean and suddenly a wide blue sky trying to pull him into it so he was essentially stuck between dream scenes. There were several synergistic elements: the backstroke flying; the intention of getting to the rock but the scene being wrong; the wide open sky; the two doors like our two dreams, his and mine; the mud on his head an analogy for hazy vision and confusion?; and his being stuck between two dream scenes because while pulling him toward my dream I also asked him to take me to the rocks and the ocean, his dream, so it’s no wonder he felt caught between them! He also told me that when he woke in the middle of the night before his LD that he was surprised to see snow falling.
As I wrote him in an email: “Something pretty darn interesting happened last night. I’ve learned a lesson as well. Should there be a next time when we appear to be lucid together, I will remember to try our hand on neck exercise and to do something to help pull you into the dream. If I had done so last night, you might have made it into the blue sky of your double vision, but instead I just let you drift around behind me. I wasn’t at my most focused. At one point I considered pulling you to me and kissing you, but you seemed a bit reserved and I didn’t know how you would react. I should have kissed you, and next time, I will. Can’t hurt.” He agreed.