I'm watching a parade. It looks like a gigantic group of children (and a few adults), all storming down what would otherwise be a fairly deserted and bare hillside. There's a feeling of great energy and colour that accompanies them all. I'm standing with one of the teachers from school B., and I have a video camera in my hand, observing the scene from the front.

The parade continues to rumble on, me moving with it, and I notice that there are packs of wolves/dogs coming from the rear. I worry about them at first, and notice a man running up in front of them but then he lets them through. There are no calamities. The wolves carry on running.

At some point I become lucid, and find myself at the top of the hill behind my old family home. There's a central channel down the hillside, along which I walk/gravitate, all the while conscious of my body back in bed. The timelines of the two experiences merge in my mind. I'm not scared by this realisation.

I come to the garden at the very bottom of the hill. There's a large clear quartz crystal just sitting on a garden pod, with a solid, generally rectangular upper setion and inward facing edges around the base. It's very elegant. I hear a man - he seems to be muttering something about how the garden has not been looked after. I place my hands to each side of the crystal.

I want to see where the crystal takes me. I'm excited at the thought and for a moment patterns start to rustle in the crystal's otherwise still form. Then I wake.