I become conscious in the bedroom of my family home. I've just been making out with a girl, when I gradually become lucid

It seems things weren't quite what they seemed. I see the girl, no longer in physical form, but as a kind of echo/shadow that plays in the room around me. They're indicating something to me - a message I wrote on paper, or something to that effect.

I can see in my mind's eye, that they had some difficult making sense of it. The writing appears like a foreign scrawl, untranslateable. They want to know what I meant.

More happens. I recall trying to investigate, and also watching this being dance about in the shadows of the room. It's a magical thing, not like an ordinary dance. I wonder if their movements might create ripples in the waking world, like a ghost might leave it's subtle mark.

I'm still confused. I don't know whether this encounter is good or bad. I recall walking in at one point, and stating out loud - "Who are you?!", and then realising it was a bit strong, and then saying "Ok. You seem to be my friend", and then leaving it at that.

I decide I want to do some meditation. I move into the "Holding the Tree" posture, or my best attempt of it.

I concentrate my breathing on my belly, and begin to imagine a yellow ball of energy there. It doesn't work so great immediately, but I begin to balance the weight between my two feet - improving the posture.

The dream begins to respond. Spots of colour start to play outside the window. There's a transformation, and watching a curtain roll back and rustle in the wind, I can see through to a mysterious night sky. I feel drawn, and rush out to the verandah, putting myself into the same posture.

The breeze plays around me, and though I can feel the power of the meditation increasing, and my energy growing - I soon come to wake.