I woke up from a nightmare"ish scene in which a friend was coming to visit and she started screaming because someon was outside. It was her father she said and she happened to have trouble with her dad. It wasn't her dad. But there was a man outside the window glaring inside. I looked at him and he noticed me flinched and then he rode off. I woke up from this dream because my friend hugged me and screamed in terror. While I was awake I kept my focus on the image of this man. And I focused in on the energy and I had a sense of traveling through a tube and then I was in a scene completely inhuman and full of different colours and crowded. Like a thug's hideout. This was before I read Castaneda.

This was all awake. I could open my eyes any time. Hence I called it Hypnagoic Imagery. Or like a waking dream.