I found myself standing up on a hill in a large metropolitan city, observing the numerous intersecting overpasses and highways. The area was raining heavily as I watched the cars traverse through the deluge. I noticed 1 car driving back- wards, but rationalized it by assuming it must have been due to a mechanical problem. But in quick order, I began to notice more cars driving backwards.

      The sight felt too odd and unexplainable and a thought began to dawn on me, I stated out loud: “Wait a minute… Something is wrong here… I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

      Upon saying this, I gained lucidity. I knew I was in a dream, but the knowledge of this did not wake me, nor interrupt the dream. I tested it by leaping into the air in an attempt to fly. I did achieve it, after a bit of trial and error, as it was tricky to control my angle and elevation. But eventually I got a handle on it.

      My immediate goal, after discovering that I was in a dream, was finding Mia. For lack of ideas, I simply called out for her. “Mia! Mia… Mia! Mia!” over and over, into the night sky. (Note: I was calling out her True Name, not the nickname “Mia” that I’ve chosen to use when referencing her to others.)

      Oddly, I could feel her tingling pin-prickling waves pulsating all over me, but I couldn’t “see” her, find her, or perceive her in any other way. The sensation was strong though, so it felt as if she was acknowledging my attempts to call out to her.

      I found a large department store and had the idea to find a phone. For some reason I thought that perhaps I could call or leave a message for her, to let her know where I was, So we could meet. The store (I determined quickly) was designed to be a labyrinth/maze, meant to trap those who enter.

      So I deftly took the reverse turns which led me inside, to quickly escape, before I would become more fully ensnared. I even had to evade a “security guard” near the door, who meant to keep me contained inside. I made it back outside into the stormy rain. Since I didn’t know where Mia was or how to find her, I decided to try flying again.

      I looked up into the night sky and it was magnificent. While the Material-plane’s starlit canopy looked 2 dimensional: a black sky with little dots of white light-specks… THIS Sky (or sight of it) was immeasurable. It was more colorful, FAR More “deeper” (I could see further and further into it, stars beyond stars, beyond stars) far more beautiful, than the bland interpretation as seen in the physical-plane. The dark sky was backlit greens, purples, blues with strange geometric objects floating out in it.

      I wanted to investigate, So I go up, choosing 1 of the objects angling towards it. I had to dodge several smaller strange-material orb-like shapes with intricate details and movements. [*One of these objects I drew a quick sketch of; which I’ll include at the bottom of this entry’s page. Along with my description of it.*]

      But as I neared my object of interest, I discovered that as I approached and the light surrounding became more visible – it was massive. Colossal! Larger than my mind could comprehend, when I had first spotted it from the planet’s surface. And that was just 1 of the many others that floated resolutely in space.

      I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and intimidated by the size and the distance yet still to travel (knowing that it’ll only grow larger as I near); that I decided to descend back down to the ground again. I found a “Many-roomed home” but it belonged to someone else. However I was invited (somehow) inside and allowed to mingle with the many spirits/beings (people?) within.

      There were many people inside, all happily conversing amongst themselves. While it was welcoming and open/warm… I still felt a bit out of place. (Maybe because this was the first time being a “guest” in someone else’s?). There was a group about 5-6 women and a couple of guys that invited me to go upstairs with them, so I followed. There was a Mattress/bed in the room we entered (like two huge times larger than a king size bed).

      The group split into 3 parts and I left with one of the girls. Each “group” found a comfortable spot on the mattress. I watched as one of the small groups began kissing passionately. Then, the girl who had paired with me, crawled across the bed and positioned herself behind me.

      She had a soft, wide and long ribbon which she used to loosely tie my wrists behind my back. While she “worked” on the ribbon, she would intentionally press her lower body against my hands, brushing her womanly-area against them, indicating she desired for me to play this little ‘game’ back with her, So I did.

      Carefully sliding my hands down past the elastic waistband of her pajama-like pants, and stimulating her there (all the while being ‘bound’, my arms behind my back. ‘Restrained’ with her propped up on her knees, leaning heavily into my back). She pressed her body against me as she collapses forward, her head resting on my shoulder. I, on my knees a top the bed, was essentially the only thing still propping her up.

      As she reveled in the moment and lost herself. One of the guys noticed us enjoying some “quick-to-the-point” fun and began teasing us. He started to playfully nudge and press us closer to the edge of the bed. I was laughing at the antics and exclaimed “I’m going to tip over!” While the girl behind me, on the other hand, could hardly pay any heed. She was resigned to stay ‘connected’ to me through our physical closeness (her chest to my back and my fingers to her ‘area’).

      She was fully engaged In the moment of pleasure, until she climaxed and collapsed off of me onto the mattress, her eyelids heavy as she lay there, chest heaving. I easily undid the ribbon and contentedly left the room to continue exploring the house.

      Back down stairs I saw someone that looked like Crystal Lewman (who I once had a crush on during Jr. High through High School). Back then, though – She would have been my polar opposite in clothing attire and popularity. I was more gothic/skater and an introverted loner. While she was preppy, pretty and popular in her light blues and whites.

      However when I saw her here (or at least, someone that vaguely resembled her), this girl was more gothic/punk. Black lace top and miniskirt. Ripped pantyhose and (clearly, based on how she was sprawled-out across the loveseat) wearing no panties underneath. She had lots of shadowy-black and pastel-colored tattoos, she was a beautiful juxtaposition between gothic darks and colorful brights.

      I felt personally compelled to speak with her, but waited until she disengaged from her current conversation with others, and had retired into a windowed garden-room, to smoke by herself. I approached her then. She didn’t seem to know and didn’t really seem to be Crystal. As I studied her, the differences became more apparent.

      But she became even more fascinating as I gazed at her. Her hair started out by being long and black, but she revealed that that wasn’t truly what it looked like. She had (apparently) gone bald at some print and was now in the process of regrowing it. So she “showed” me what her hair actually looked like, by removing the glamour/illusion.

      Her actual hair was still black, but much shorter, bangs fell past her eyes, almost so as if she could “hide” (herself) behind her hair. The remainder of her hair was pretty short as well. Only falling to just past the bottom of the ears on her sides and a smooth thin carpet of buzzed-looking hair on the back of her head. Unique and pretty, which I told her as much. I especially liked her straight cut bangs, which I pondered as being an unusual “like” for myself. But on her; it was perfectly suited and very alluring, mysterious and attractive. She seemed pleased by my comment.

      Another feature that was very catching were her eyes in particular! I couldn’t stop staring at them. The iris shape was irregular. Not a perfect circle or sphere. The shape was undefined, similar to a goat’s iris, except vertical, as opposed to horizontal. The whites of her eyes had been tattooed with very detailed and intricately artistic watercolor blues, pinks and purples. In both her eyes. If a painter were to create a “splatter” painting with pastel watercolors; that’s how it appeared across both her irises and the whites around them. The pattern was both chaos and perfect precision. Masterful work! They were gorgeous. I realized that the rest of her tattoos were also an extension of that chaotic precision.