I'm in the hallway of my family's home. Perhaps I am lucid at this point - I am not certain. There's a woman here - of Mediterranean appearance. She's very plump, and squished in the small hallway of my house, she somehow manages to fall backwards - bringing me down on top of her.

I feel a little uncomfortable. This 50-or-so-year old woman, spread out on the floor, and me on top of her. I try and stand up - I can't. She ends up having to push me up herself. Through her clothing, I feel her large breasts against my chest - her upward push helping me back up to a standing position. Quite bizarre!

Somewhat more lucid now, I wander through to my old bedroom. I'm moving very gently and gracefully. I'm not sure what I want to do - now that I'm aware I'm dreaming, but want to make sure it's something interesting. I touch my fingertips close together. In the darkness energy seems to spark/circulate between them. I follow the sensations in my fingertips, allowing the feeling to guide my movement. Meanwhile the same woman stands behind me, somehow grounding me to my position. She seems like a positive influence - I trust her presence here.

When I get to the site of my old desk - my fingers seem to buzz. I wonder why - is that where my computer was - is there some meaning to this. Yet I allow myself to follow onward to other spots, wading through the darkness of the room. At one point, I feel an energy pulling me across, and out of the window. I lift onto the feeling, and try and follow it but instead bump into the window at the edge of the room. Bump. Oh well, that's not going to work.

Now, a new thought enters my mind. Softly, an inner voice speaks - "current". The idea "occurs" that I should begin to visualise a tornado/whirlpool in the skies above me. It's as though I hardly have to work on this - it's almost as though it's already there, and I'm just amplifying the feeling. I allow myself to be pulled up - trapped in an upward spinning tornado. It lifts me up, out through the room, up and up. I expect myself to find myself somewhere in the sky, but am shocked to find things going darker and darker, until all of a sudden I'm travelling through space.

Incredible! Around me, I can see milky swathes of stars. It's remarkable - the vastness - the fact that I can be here amidst all this. There's a soundtrack too - accompanied by a sample of an old fashioned radio presenter, reeling off a fairly traditional speel about the mystery of space and what lies beyond Earth. He talks as though communicating to a layperson, and yet the feeling of the dream (which almost feels as though it's being narrated to me) seems to hint that there's more to what is being "broadcast" than meets the eye.

Around me, I see a great many satellites hovering in the atmosphere. More than even I expected. It strikes me that it's a whole lot busier up there than I otherwise imagined. The contrast between this sight and the radio sample is clear.

All the while the soundtrack of the dream continues - carrying the dream forward. Suddenly, descent. I am watching the rapid descent of a jet as it makes a night-landing (from space?). I watch it land - rapidly striking the surface, and then running along it for some time, the outlines of small buildings and structures quickly appearing then fading into the distance. I'm astounded by the technology. The incredible speed with which it moves. The vehicle is most unusual in shape - a sleek black exterior, an almost triangular form.. It seems to land close to water, perhaps a naval base?

My attention follows the vehicle, and now I can see two other such vehicles stationed nearby - hidden away, as though in their batcaves. Lodged into the surface of a hilly area, and sitting on navy/green coloured platforms, as though ready to be launched.

I feel like I'm seeing a future Earth. What kind of technology is this? And where does it come from? I look around me - eager to pick up on anything I can. To my right is a hilly area, but as I think about where this might be, I become distracted, starting to think of what my friends would think if they could see this. I feel the dream starting to fade.

I try and stay with it, but am surprised to hear the voice of an Asian woman (like that of a waiter/cashier at a restaurant). "Thankyou for coming".

I take it as a cue that it's best to go now. I let myself wake.

Comments: This was a pretty exciting dream to wake from. There was something visionary about the whole experience. As I mentioned, it felt like a dream being narrated to me, more than a dream of which I was a part.

It seemed that I was being shown the future - the technology that perhaps the governments have access to, or are even working on as we speak. There was something very real about the final scene - even though it did seem as though certain aspects were simplified to carry certain messages (ie. the stationing of the jets on the navy green platforms, as a way of indicating that this was military technology).

I woke, all fascinated to be on Earth again :)