Introduction: A few minutes before this dream, my housemate (who'd woken up early) had a quick chat with me. Apparently he'd received an email from a girl he knew.

I'm in my bedroom, and my housemate seems to walk into the room again. He's talking about the same girl, only the sound of his voice is unusually bizarre. I start to realise I'm dreaming. I begin to wonder why I'm dreaming this. Are his real thoughts echoing through the house on a spiritual level? Then I turn to the door, and notice that my housemate is not there at all, but that's there someone entirely different in the shadows.

There's a woman there - a spirit. She seems to be responsible for awakening me into my lucid dream, in fact just seeing her there, brings about more lucidity. Her form seems to waver, edging into sight then dropping back into shadow.

I've had these experiences before, and not all of them have been so good. I get straight to the point.

"Who are you?"

She says something, but I can't hear it quite right. Her words catch me by suprise. It's a bit like when I listen to someone speaking Spanish, I have to make sure I got the words right ...

I repeat what I think I heard

"I am Orpheus?"

"yes, Orpheus - messenger of the Shadow"

(actually I can't remember whether the word used was messenger exactly, but she was suggesting that she in some way represented the shadow)

I find this pretty profound. I can't remember exactly who Orpheus is, but I'm fairly sure it has something to do with Greek mythology. What is she doing in my room? I feel honoured by the presence.

I see different words and things which seem to express some larger story. I find them fascinating, and become determined that I need to remember them. Maybe I should wake up?

"Anyway ~at least~, a kiss"

she tells me, as though suggesting that to drop the dream now, would mean that I'd let my memory of her just vanish.

I give in. I go to kiss her (she is quite attractive in the dream). As I move towards her, her physical form seems to fade and I am kissing the space before me - it seems to open up, carving a way through to another realm/aspect of reality. And yet, the experience is somehow like a kiss - there's a sensation of getting to know someone in an entirely new, intimate way.

Images began to dance before me, images with captions which seem to tell stories of another time/world. I get the impression that each image can be pryed into, to reveal more details, it's like an ocean of tales floating before me.

I recall becoming curious as to why I was seeing all this, and asking out loud ...

"So how can I work with you?

I don't receive a response.