I awake lucidly in my dream once again.

This time I'm not in my own house, but in the home of my family. I'm very lucid - my sense of having a 'body' is much more physical than normal. Around me are two others. I don't have enough time to pay attention to them, but my first impression is that they are quite unsettled (unlike the two young guys trying to break into my house in the previous dream).

I relax, and take a moment. Yes, I want to speak to my spirit guide. I take the time to aim my intention.

I sit down on the floor of the living room, with legs-crossed, my eyes focused on the light above. I appreciate the symbolism - calling on my spirit guide, while looking up towards the living room light.

My confidence takes effect. One of the others vanishes, and this shift in the atmosphere seems like a cue that my spirit guide is on his way. In the meantime, I wander up to a computer which has taken centre-stage at the front of the living room. It has a number of different "windows" pop up - including an interesting black and white picture of someone's face which leads me to think about the contrast between the two, and the reason why it's here.

Oh well, can't study it for long. My spirit guide is here. He appears dressed in a simple suit.

I walk up to him in the hallway, taking his hand, and giving it a shake.

"I'm so glad to see you again. Thankyou"

He echoes the same. I gently apologise for my somewhat clumsy handshake, and we walk on. Still very glad to see him again, I begin..

"Well you know.. There is something I'm confused about..."

"What does your work involve?"

Conscious that in the past that he's avoided questions like these, I'm surprised when he responds.

"My work is not good" he begins,

and I see his face almost pop from the seams, blood running along both sides of the ears, his whole appearance transformed,

"so I don't like to do it" (speak about it).

By the time he's finished, my image of him is transformed. He looks like a blood-eating corpse, his mouth wide open - as though carved up to the ears. I start to think that he belongs to some kind of secret society of nasty characters, living in this way.

My first response is repulsion. The sight of the blood is intensely threatening. He seems resigned to this, not seeking to alter anything - he only echoes the same about face as before.

I start to worry that he's not my real guide, and shout out to the world..

"Oh no, I want to meet my Real Spirit Guide," I begin again fervently.

Sarcastically, he replies..

"Know a real person in this world?"

I wake from my dream.