Of flying over, floating thru, breathing under water. Crumbling river dams, rain in the forest, dew over everything. Lucid, crisp, tangible dreams that are merging into a world that I re-enter and recognize as I sleep.

I spent the other night in a cavern with a raging river gushing thru it. I discovered on a high rocky shelf within it several implements of fire, and evidence that my ancestor had once dwelt here. The water was rising and thrashing all around me, pushing to the ceiling, ... read more