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[ This dream was extremely vivid, all my senses were very sharp ]

Nothing....
Someone is spraying my feet with something, it feels very cool and refreshing. I don't have any energy or desire to move and feel very ill, near death. I begin to gain some sense of my surroundings. I am laying on the ground naked before a fire outdoors, I am very very hot and weak. The front of me is facing the fire. Someone is blowing on my feet, it feels pleasant but I am still very disorientated and out of it. They spray the small of my back and blow on that too. I begin to feel more awake and aware and I make a small noise of weakness. I begin to recognize that the person is him and he is moving around behind me blowing on my feet and my back. Increasingly I am feeling more conscious and along with that more aware of how ill I actually am. I still have not moved at all. He lays his hands flat on my back, one on each side about where my lungs are. I feel suddenly violently ill and begin to vomit. It is as though the vomit is simply erupting out of me, there is no effort or painful gagging or dry-heaving, my body is simply expelling what seems like an awful lot of oatmeal textured vomit. This goes on for quite some time, the more I vomit the more conscious I become and turn my head a bit into the vomiting. He comes near my face to check on me but I'm still vomiting. He wets my feet and lower back again and blows more on them, the fever seems to be lifting. At this point I'm sweating profusely and beginning to fatigue from all the vomiting, I feel better and very very thankful. He lays near me, facing me and I am so grateful that he is there. I am certain that he has saved my life somehow and in my dream I love him so much - the nature of the love is incredibly peaceful, undemanding, without expectation. He is also sweating and exhausted and seems a little ill. It is quiet and he begins to slowly masturbate - the action is incredibly unsexual. He ejaculates and seems to feel better.
I awake.

I'm hanging outside a bar, its nighttime and there is a lot of very beautiful graffiti on the wall that I'm concentrating on. I'm with about a half dozen others and feel bored and as though I really don't want to be there. Mundane conversations ensue and I'm kicking stones with my feet when I suddenly feel a shift in my consciousness. I feel more aware, much like I do when I shift my consciousness in this world to enhance my senses (warrior mode).
I become so lucid and aware I start saying to the people I'm with, "This is so strange... why am I not waking up." I felt this way because I had vocalized my displeasure with where I was and my desire to be elsewhere. Normally if I am lucid dreaming and express these preferences the dream shifts or I wake up. I repeat myself, "Why am I not waking up, I'm so aware right now!" I turn around and notice a small metal door, much like a coal chute, approximately 1'x2', it catches my attention in a strange way and I look at it for a minute but then disregard it. I feel very warm and comfortable for a moment and I recognize a present energy as my friend Jonah (this recognition of energy without actually seeing this friend happens in reality, which is absolutely remarkable!). I turn around and he is standing behind me with a large grin on his face.
"Hi!" I'm so happy and comfortable with Jonah and he nods his head in the direction of the door as though I should follow him. We approach the door and I realize that although he is fairly slender, my hips will not fit through the door, but also simultaneously that I am in my dreaming body and thus this is not important. I simply will my hips to be smaller and fit through the door and am able to climb through without any problem.
He shows me a mold that he fills with metal and clamps shut. It presses the metal into a form that is much like a car bumper but more decorative - I am not aware of what this object is for. I know where I am.... this is home. This is a place we have lived together before, this place is "all time" and my heart swells that we have found each other in this place. We climb up on top of the kiln which has a vent and then a separate top platform that is warmed by the escaping heat. We lay on top and the kiln begins to rotate. The green of the trees is a blanket on the sky. He kisses my cheek and I smile and turn towards him.
"We are healers." He smiles because he knows. I grab his hands. I look him in the eyes and try to feel all I'd like to express to him that don't have words." I push that energy through my hands and into his heart and his heart beat fills my ears - I can feel it through my hands and into my chest until I realize our hearts are beating the same.
It seems like this knowledge kicks me into my own body and I awake.

*notes*
I started crying when I woke up for no reason - I wasn't sad at all but extremely happy. I love meeting this friend in my dreams, because we see so little of each other in person and have complications in our communication - perhaps because both of us spend a lot of time in a bit of a skewed reality. I was laughing and crying and laughing and crying. The place I went is where I would call home and so many times in this mad life I have said "I want to go home," and not known where I was speaking about.

My gratitude to Jonah.