Introduction: I'm camped in Marrawah, in a small campsite in a fairly remote town on the north-western most settlement of Tasmania. Camped as close to the beach as I am, I can hear the waves as they roll into shore.

Listening to the crashing of the waves soon becomes a background sound. I start to feel as though I can see the waves in the ocean behind me; the whole landscape of the coast coming alive with sparkles of colour where the waves crash down.

The pattern becomes more hypnotic; sounds becoming dots of light bopping up, then reforming where the next wave might have rolled through. The pattern becomes more like a sea of dots, a sea of bubbles. I feel my perspective descending, and prepare myself for what might be a trip into the deeper ocean.

If you can imagine putting on a pair of scuba diving goggles, and then watching as the bubbles/spray becomes increasingly dense and you start descending, then you've got a decent picture of what's happening to me.

I'm not sure what happens next, only that I end up in a Christian building of some type. It all seems very spiritual. After some of my usual lucid games of flying about, checking the scenery, etc. (I've been lucid the whole time, right) I see a man at the bottom of the building. He's older and seems a little more serious but also wise. I sense he wants to speak to me.

We don't really speak. He simply looks at me, and we communicate wordlessly. He looks at me, bringing his arms to my shoulders as though checking my physical health. He seems to be scanning me. I feel a bit awkward at first, but I understand he's doing this in the interests of my wellbeing.

The experience brings about a shift in the nature of the dream.

* scene shifts *

I'm meeting my "double". He's right beside me!

It's a very strange feeling. I don't know who is who. Is one of us the real one? It feels a bit like an episode of Dr.Who I once watched. My "self" seems to recognise both of us as 'one', and yet probing for deeper understanding 'I' discover I can still tap my 'other' on the shoulder.

The experience brings to mind stories I've read about dreamers who exceeded on meeting their 'double' in a dream, and merging with them. No sooner has the thought sprung to mind, when the process is initiated. I feel myself now mergning, the first touch against the shoulders, and then a melding - I am a new me.

I feel greater, something larger than I was before. Looking around me, I see that I am now part of a circle. We dancing, dancing with our doubles. I see an old primary school friend Nick.T with his double. There's a magic about it all. The song speaks to the mystery of the experience.

* scene shift *

It's as though I've woken up. I can clearly recall merging with my double. I feel like I have new power, a different kind of strength at my fingertips.

I see myself on a busy street. I fly down past a traffic light on the downhill stretch, rushing past traffic and then without even a moment's pause (for passing trafficly) deftly swerve and turn back up the hill.

I realise I have a new strength now, but also a responsibility - to use my power wisely.

As the dream ends, I'm looking at a K'iche' Maya language conjugation table, noticing the different ways in which "you" is represented. For some reason these seems to have some felt link to this experience of meeting my double.