
I had a dream where I was lucid. A part of me knows this is not a dream but instead I am actually in an alternate reality. I realize I am on a space ship that is about to land on its home planet. Knowing I am experiencing something that I have always dreamed of experiencing I take advantage of my lucid state and closely examine, validate and test everything I see. I look closely out the windows to the dry desert landscape below. I closely examine the make up of the space ship. It is not made of metal but instead of a very light cardboard type substance that is extremely durable. The ship is a metallic green color. The windows are very large such that observation is the purpose of the windows. I can see that this planet has streets and fairways very similar to those you’d expect to find on earth. In otherwords, people here have similar needs as those on earth. This is a newly populated planet. I can see clearly that the technology here far exceeds that of earth. The cars are made to resist accidental damage. I have been invited here to help establish the first colonies on this planet. I ask someone, “What planet is this?” To this question, I receive no verbal response, yet a part of me knows everything about this place in the universe. It is completely and totally known to me. We debark from the craft and enter a building complex adjacent to the landing pad. Everything here is new. I’m shown where I will live. My family is with me.




March 15, 2018
I had a dream. I am at home visiting family for the holidays. My cousin Dieanna is there who I haven’t seen in years. We step out onto the porch late at night. I can see the moon lit sky and the bare tree branches. She offers me a Juanita bud, sparks the flame to light and passes it to me. She doesn’t know that I don’t smoke. I feel I shouldn’t reject her offering so I take it and pretend to inhale. As I exhale, the cool damp night creates the faux smoke.
Last night as my eyes weigh heavy I forget for a moment where I am as a bright light fills my field of vision. Startled for a moment, I hesitate and from the right corner of my eye appear a little boy wearing suspenders. He is a furry little boy who looks like a bear. He is as surprised to see me, as I am to see him. He is unsure where to go first. We pause and sit by a hollow. He tells me he wants to explore but I sense someone is holding him back as if attached to me. This is a beautiful place he rightly aught to enjoy. I feel I’m holding on to something that I can’t let go. My heart is heavy and sadness comes over me. I look into his eyes and tell him I wish not to hold him up. He is free.
