I actually prefer to log my dreams in writing. However, I thought it would be cool to capture some of my more interesting dreams here. This one was just this morning.
The Dream:
I had a number of false awakenings this morning. In 2-3 cases, I looked over to the clock on the VCR and it showed as 5:06 am. The first 2-3 times I didn't catch it as a false awakening. By maybe the 4th time, I looked, saw 5:06 am and realized this was a replay of the last several dreams. I walked into the kitchen to double check the time on a different clock - 6:20 am. This time didn't line up with the other clock. Additionally, it was too dark out to be 6:20 am. I'm now lucid. The next thing I realize is I only have a T-shirt on and I'm naked from the waist down. I question if it's crucial to find my pants and determine it's just not important.
My intention given a FA or WILD was to open a space/time portal, go back to the room my high school band practiced in 20+ years ago and find my old band mate. He's presently in an LA band making a living putting out CD's and touring. I thought it would be interesting to tell him I'm from the future and play a song he would write 20 years later.
I kneel down in front of a wall, put my hands on it and work at dematerializing it. I have some trouble but ultimately succeed. I push through the jello-like wall. I close my eyes and visualize our practice room on the other side. Sometimes I succeed brilliantly at this. Not this time. First, I find myself bathed in bright pure white light. The experience is like what people describe in near death experiences. When I do open my eyes, I'm hundreds of feet in the air. I'm high above a dense forest, soaring at a high rate of speed being pulled by an invisible force. The tree canopy is very thick and I cannot see to the ground. There are greens, yellows and burgandies indicating a fall like scene.
The force pulling me along is allowing me to fly better than I can under my own mental power so I just go with the flow. After a minute of soaring up and down across the forest at high speed I realize I'm approaching a branch of a tree top. I do nothing to avoid it and instead ready myself for the collision. I hit it, deflect off and change coarse. I start to consider the relevance of the dream and wake.
Upon waking, I pondered whether the near death like experience transitioning into a wonderful flight was an example of tapping into a past incarnation of my conscious awareness.