Knocking

I think it is only fair to state in advance I left out an important detail in this dream. Here is hoping <PERSON> can remember it and fill it in. <PERSON> (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Woke up again. I just could not seem to stay in these dreams for longer than 5 minutes. I decided to try again. I stayed perfectly still and soon enough I felt the onset of SP. After what seemed like mere seconds someone or something started piling covers on top of me. I RC, and sure enough, I am dreaming. I start to get out of bed, but whatever was piling those covers on top of me jumps on my back weighing me down. Standard Flight was not going to cut it, so I pulled upon my archetypes from Heroes and the Matrix to allow me to fly at high speeds while still carrying weight. I shatter through the sliding glass door onto the balcony. Twisting in the air, shaking off whatever it was as I came to a hover 50 feet above the resort's pool. Everything was so clear and vivid. The green grass of the golf course behind us complemented the blue haze of the mountains in the distance. The blue waters of the pool shimmered and rippled in the warm beating sunlight. There were people everywhere, enjoying their vacation. I fly to the front of the resort, trying to remember what it was I wanted to do. I know! Let us attempt some shared dreaming! I wonder how to go about something like that for a moment, and choose to try a method <PERSON> frequently uses. But what song to use? I try to think of a good Portugal. The Man song that would be most conducive to a task such as this. For some reason I decide upon "Elephants." Sure enough, what I believe to be the song starts playing in the background. While I am oblivious to the fact that the song playing is, in fact, not "Elephants," and is closer to "Gold Fronts," but I really do not care. You see, the song, the beat, the lyrical styling, all culminated into an overwhelming feeling of pure bliss, happiness, and power. I twirl and flit about in the air, just letting the music flow over me. I am on top of the world. There is nothing I cannot do. I attempt to rip open a portal with my hands in the air in front of me. No good. A few more experiments end in failure before I come up with a new plan. Hovering over to a nearby street lamp/pole thingy (it was fairly wide), I push my hands into the solid metal and pull it apart. To my surprise, a hole had formed, behind which I could easily make out what appeared to be the streets of a small town of sorts. I step through and find myself in a scene reminiscent of an old European village. Dirt roads wind through the colorful wooden buildings, the architecture of which is very square and practical. I follow one of them to an open building where I see two people, one male, one female. I call up to them, asking, "<PERSON>?" the girl leans over the rafters, knocking down a bit of hay as she does so, saying, "Not here." I turn back, walking only a little while further, before running into another pair of people, again a male and female. The female looks a lot like <PERSON>'s Skype picture, except much slimmer. The guy has longish hair and what seemed to be odd dreadlocks. "<PERSON>? Is that you?" I ask the woman. She looks at me quizzically. "Who. . ?" "It is me!" I state, excitedly. She seems very cautious of me as does the man she was talking to. "Wait. . . Are you. . ?" It looks as if she gains a sudden realization, so I reach out my hand for a handshake, but it turns into a hug. However, I feel the dream start to fade due to an overabundance of excitement. I did not get to say goodbye.