Intention: Recent intention has been to dream about the 'invisible schools'.

I keep waking up and becoming lucid. It's great. I'm surprised that I don't keep flipping back to the 'ordinary world'.

I walk out past the driveway that goes past my family home. I'm intrigued by what I see. It's always a bit different when I venture out of the main block of house and land, and beyond, and this time is no different. A big, bold-looking horse strives in my direction. It has an elegant, confident rhythm. In the opposite direction I see another. Movement surrounds me.

I 'wake' but find myself in another scene. The cycle perpetuates. There is a memory of being with a group, and of wandering / discussing different things with them. We eventually find ourselves out in the night sky - I'm involved in a vivid burst of disagreement. Everyone seems to want to go their own separate ways, but I feel we should stay together.

"F***, I don't know where you guys are from" (it seemed like they were from somewhere totally other!)

"but here on Earth", I say, beckoning toward the ground and an imaginary circle I've carved  in the space between us ...

"We do things together".

I'm taken aback for a moment by the urgency that has come through me. My call is clearly one to which the others are morally obliged. I've struck some kind of a chord with them. It's a universal value.

At this point, the dream morphs. No longer, am I in a semi-human form, but instead we are brought into a state of shared visualisation. The 'modus operandi' in this case - a group of pencils or pens floating through space, extending themselves upwards like rockets. I watch myself 'edging up', shooting up further, alongside the others, like a set of starbound crayola crayons.

"Ah time for a change", I think, as we become more acquainted with this group movement. Our outer visual form folds into one, and then almost instantly we are 'deposited' to a place that seems to be called 'Magellan Cloud 5' - floating way out in space, nothing else visible, but an unusual surface upon which we land.

When I say land, this is not entirely accurate. I'm more like a 'shadow' - music shoots up in the background, and I know that my earlier friends are here with me. We're all dancing together - playing in this unique space where time is not what it seems, and the idea of a 'body' is not at all what one is used to. It's awesome!

~ dream changes ~

The scene alters itself - though all the while retaining the space-age feel. A young man begins speaking, like the presenter for a child's tv show ...

"And now the moon ..."

I feel like I could almost continue the ride, but instead wake up.