I'm lying in bed, my eyes close against the pillow. I start to hear the onset of music. It's quiet at first, a little melody at work. I'm still aware of my body sleeping at the same time, but I'm also very relaxed.

The music is not really just a melody. It's the sound of trance, something like the music of Shpongle. Bizarre sounds, really, but just the ones I need to carry me through into dreaming. It's pretty cool, I begin to get the sense that there's a conscious, feminine force guiding me through the experience. It's something about the music and the direction the dream takes - it knows just when to intensify, and just when to soften. See - the whole time I am very aware, that my alarm is supposed to sound at 7:00 and that I closed my eyes only 10 minutes before that.

The music is no longer in my background awareness - but is now the moving theme of the dream, carrying me onward. I start to move out of my body, and enter into a black astral space - where little stars of energy seem to dance.

I move through this stuff, the music still sounding, and notice how the scenery seems to become more closely linked to my thoughts. As though the waves of thoughts are averaged out, and then incorporated into the landscape. I journey onwards, eventually entering into the mouth of an eel/snake, before shifting and finding myself atop a temple of solid/flat rock and low walls. I see the black and red colours of the snake, somehow a part of it's design. The whole experience is shamanic in nature. There's a sense of having been travelling in slightly darker realms, though this doesn't bother me - in fact it seems natural and possibly even necessary.

Now more aware of the larger surroundings to which I belong, I notice that the temple is built on top of a big rock, out in the ocean. A big boulder. Very solid.

I notice another boulder further away, and fly towards it, landing. There's water running down the boulder, and it's beautiful - aquamarine. I sit there on the rock letting it run over me, the white froth gathering at points. I don't see the sun, but the dream feels warm and full of light.

Further away in the distance, I see the coast. A city. I think of Mexico. There's something about the low key design of the buildings. I swim out through the water and eventually surface on the land.

There's a flat there - and I begin walking up the stairwell. I'm still very interested in that same question. "Is this Mexico?" I call out, hoping that I'll get an answer. I'm wondering why I've been drawn here in dreams. At this point, I wake.

1. Feelings:
Satisfied - It was a long and enjoyable lucid dream.

2. Reality Check:
Mexico - I'm hoping to visit Mexico in a few months, so the appearance of this new scenery interests me. Maybe I'm preparing for my travels in dreams.

3. What would I like to know more about?
I'm content with what I do know about this dream.

4. What action can I take to honour the dream?
I'm happy with the dream as it stands