I am in a grand space. Odd architecture. Every room is a scarlett bloom or plum and empurpled. Arizonian dream scape again.
“I am near the mesa,” I think.
I study my surroundings.
Bemused, I discover myself in a very decorous beauty spa. The kind of place wherein people stay two or three nights.
No mere day spa.
“What the howl am I doing here? I can’t afford this,” I think.
Suddenly, it hits me. I’m dreaming. That’s why I’m here.
I get a facial. I get acupuncture for the first time.
“Oh, I like,” I think, strangely aroused.
I re-emerge into the hallway of the spa.
There are many people wandering around in robes.
Suddenly, I start howling in full dreaming lucidity.
Cracking up. Laughing and laughing at the luxury my dreaming mind has conjured for me.
Then, everyone I am passing in the hallway starts laughing hysterically.
I realize, they are not creations of my dreaming mind. They are actual other embodied humans who are also lucid dreaming in this same astral plane.
Some of them laughing at watching me come to understand that we are all sharing a lucid dream.
Some of them laughing because my laughing has made them become lucid and understand that they, too, are lucid dreaming.
I laugh so hard I wake myself up.
I am at a strange encampment. Deep in the woods.
There is an almost-valley; it is better described as a geological indentation, akin to a bowl.
It has been made into a cathedral with no ceiling but sky, which
is portentously grey and fretted with storm clouds.
There is an altar strewn of blackened, twisted tree branches.
People are present, but, not kneeling in prostration before their god/dess.
They frolic, idiosyncratic, rapt ecstatically.
A calliope’s pipes pumping out folksy sound in the background.
I suddenly can jump eerily high.
Like gravity changed.
Nearly and for all practical purposes, I flew.
And, I knew my task was to observe and report with no judgement.