These two events were the final straw, they are why I have this book now and why I record my activities in the dream world, they finally made the scientist in my hang up his lab coat to a degree as he could not contest the truth of what was supposed to be just fantasy and the impossible.

I woke up there she was, my friend Miss X. Just as I had remembered her. I was confused to say the least, her being in maine me being out in oregon on a training asignment... that is untill I realized I was dreaming. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back, something was not right this wasn’t normal. I could still somewhat feel my body lying in bed in Beaverton Oregon, yet when she stood and hugged me I felt the touch of her skin and the warmth of her body. My mind was reeling I could not understand what was happening, I was conscious but it felt as if I had two bodies one in Oregon and one somewhere else, I wasn’t sure, it was a cozy room, she kissed me and then my senses of my body laying in Oregon faded, I was only with her now. We spoke with each other, she said “I so do not want to wake up from this” and then we made love, it was incredible to say the least. I still knew it was a dream, but for some reason I didn’t care, it was real now that was all that mattered to us. After both of us were spent, we lay in that cozy room talking but everything began to fade it felt like we were being torn apart, and the dream ended. I awoke again in my bed alone in Oregon, my heart was racing and I was exhausted. I decided to take a cold shower, to try and clear my mind so i could think about what happened. While showering I noticed the room wasn’t right, the lights didn’t work right either crap…still dreaming, I woke up again in bed and if what happened afterward was a dream than I am still asleep dreaming as I write this now. I felt a presence in the room, it was very alien and it scared the crap out of me, I sat up and there was a shadowy figure in the doorway to my room. It said something in a guttural language that I did not understand per say, but I got the gist of it. It was a warning… I was frozen in fear as it spoke, utter terror, I could not move at all. It’s not something I wish to experience again. Then it vanished into the shadows, when I could move, I reached for my sword that I keep at the head of my bed, everyone makes fun of me for it. Hah… my reasons had just manifested before me, what the hell I would have been able to against it I have no clue. I did not sleep the rest of that night. In the morning I spoke Melissa on the phone and she told me about the wonderful dream she had and how she wondered if it was me… I asked her some questions about the dream about things I said to her and had done (no you aint getting the details). It was all too much it was her in the dream, we were together, we didn’t by coincidence have a dream that was similar, we had one dream, together. She asked me questions about the dream now too, and her silence after I replied told me she knew what had happened as well… There were subtle differences in the way we perceived each other and ourselves which I found very interesting but It was real, and we were both terrified of what it meant, basically everything we had been told about the world and reality was wrong, or lies.

The second event occurred several days later. I woke up and was standing up on one of the high grassy cliffs of Ecola state park on the Oregon coast. I met up with a friend and we started sparring with wooden swords, I was aware that I was dreaming. Our sparring ramped up I slipped on the damp grass, and fell over the edge, It was about a 3 to 4 hundred foot drop, I was afraid, but not terrified, I knew somewhere deep down inside I should be able to fly and I tried, but to no avail, and the wrongness of that overwhelmed me. The ground came swiftly pain shot through my spine and spread over my entire body, my vision blacked and then I woke up in my bed, I tried to move but the pain still seared my body. I though my god I'm paralyzed! But after a few moments the pain subsided and I could move again. I lay there confused, the pain was real, the dream itself was extremely realistic. After a time my mind stopped spinning in thought and I fell back asleep. I woke up again… on the beach, where I had fallen, the pain still lingering, but I was alive. It was one of those Pacific Northwest foggy misty days. My mind tried to comprehend what was going on, when I woke up in bed was I dreaming? And was this reality? I couldn’t tell any more, I had no clue what was real and what was dream, a wave of despair washed over me as I sat up in the wet sand.

I am not one to admit to crying but I lost it I couldn’t take it anymore, reality was a sham. This place was as real as the place I am now writing this down. My wooden katana washed up a few yards away from me in the mild surf. I looked out to sea and the clouds were dark, a storm was coming. I stood and grabbed my bokken, from amidst the seaweed and foam. Looking up at the cliffs I saw that this place was somewhat different from the Ecola Park I knew. There was a large wooden boardwalk about a mile down the beach. It was however at the top of the cliffs, It was supported by huge wooden timbers that reached all the way down to the beach below. As I walked to the boardwalk I noticed there was no high tide line, my pace quickened, something had me nervous. I looked out to sea and there was a veritable wall of water heading inland, The tides were huge in this place. I ran to the wooden structure and found stairs that led up the cliff, I climbed them as fast as I could. The wall of water crashed into the cliff below me as I made it to the top. There were people milling about walking along, going to the various shops that inhabited the long boardwalk. A few people glanced at me in my sodden clothing and the wooden sword sticking out of my belt, I must have looked mildly nuts a few people stared for a moment as they saw me then carried on with somewhat apprehensive glances. I saw a hamburger and hotdog stand and my stomach growled loudly, I dug in my pockets and found that I still had some change. I idly walked to the little shop while thoughts of how I would survive in this place flitted through my mind, It didn’t seem like I was going to wake up any time soon. And I wondered how much would be the same and how much would be different. My train of thoughts was interrupted “Hey you just gona stand there or are you going to buy something?” The burly guy behind the counter of the food stand stared at me. “Uhh”, I looked at the prices and decided, “A cheeseburger please” He looked at me for a moment longer and said “You don’t look like you belong here.” He had no clue how right he was. Another passer by stopped, looked at me and said, “Hey you should just wake up” I thought to myself I wish it were that simple. The guy looked at me oddly and said, “It IS that simple your just making it more complicated”
So I woke up, I nearly lost it again, reality was playing some cruel joke and I was the punch line.

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After these dreams, I really bit down hard and began focusing on my abilities and recall on the other side, I try to keep record of my dreams in a book, I write notes down right when I wake up and then translate it when I am a little more awake later on into the big book. It wasn’t a happy time but it was what I needed to change and to grow, a swift kick in the ass. Unfortunalty that was the only dream I didnt have a problem waking myself from, does anyone have any ideas on waking yourself in dreams? The worlds I seem to end up in feel entirely too real and I leave them either by falling asleep there or sometimes traumatic experiences trigger it too, anyone got any ideas?

I will post some more dreams if anyone is interested,