Hovering

Part 1: <URL> Part 2 After completing the TOTM I survey the dreamscape once more. In the center of the passage stood a large rectangular digital map encased in an aluminium frame. My mother and I walked towards it for closer inspection. The map displayed the architectural layout of the airport as well as the surrounding city. I touched the brightly lit display screen and it moved into a vibrant 3 dimensional animation. The animation depicted the progressive spread of the hostile alien invasion, (shown as a red cloud, slowly engulfing the city) It then displayed a future prediction of the invasion, and I came to the abrupt realization that there would be no place to run. My mothers expression was soon converted from a content smile to a worried frown. "Not to worry mom, we can FLY!"i exclaimed with a cheeky grim on my face. I grabbed her by the shoulders and we soared swiftly down the passage into the large high ceilinged convenience store. Over the rows of endless isles we floated until my mother started to wriggle around and punch me lightly in the chest, clearly wanting to be let down. I complied and let her go on her independent path, knowing that she was merely a small reflective facet of my subconscious. I decided to initiate a meditation practice. I sat with my legs crossed in an upright lotus position,shoulders relaxed with the hindside of my hand resting on my knees in mudra (pointer finger and thumb touching each other lightly). I close my eyes and began to concentrate on my breath, which felt abnormally long and stretched out. Suddenly, I begin to feel my body levitate above the ground...ascending slowly until it reached a point where my sense of proprioception felt a constant hover. "Wow..this is awesome!"I catch myself thinking, and as the thought entered my mind I feel as though I am falling...now from a lofty height. The feeling of gravity sucking me downward manifests itself as a heavy writhing feeling in my stomach...one we all know too well. I instinctively open my eyes to an all encompassing pitch black abyss. My body then feels as if its lurched back into my waking like body in bed,except my bed feels like its tilted at a 45 degree angle toward my head. "False awakening..."i think to myself...and continue to maintain awareness for several minutes in the the pitch dark. strange geometric forms and patterns begin to morph and mutate in the darkness and the next thing I know I find myself in a suburban street lined with cars.(DEILD? not sure as I have never had one) I think I may have lost some lucidity thereafter as my recall becomes scattered and fragmented. I vaguely remember an old friend from Goa,India doing a contact ball performance. He had 4 arms and was juggling the 3 balls in each four hands while blowing fire. Quite the spectacle. I also remember an erotic scene involving me and an old English girlfriend.She was dressed in a seductive tribal leather costume. The scene went weird when she started to grow a beard during our escapades and I swiftly ran away. Haha