McSmitty

Two months ago:

In a room, wooden. Seemed like it was up high, on a mountain side. Something about the light. Golden sunlight beams passing through windows in the far wall opening.
A man, a man I read many books of and visited his grave stands and looks to his left, my right.

Adjacent to him is what must be at large table yet it is full of overflowing plants. Thick, bushy with sage green leaves over the sides.
The plants are covered in small white flowers. Slightly yellow, yet very soft colours.

He just stands, points and smiles and looks again at the flowers.

We walk a while by them, looking.

Nothing is said.

Two days ago:

After eating organic forest honey and drinking apple juice, sparse diet all day, rice, raisins, honey. Deeper meditation than normal. Very potent Attention maintained, almost painful, into sleep as was intention. Corpse posture and apple juice before going to sleep and some water. Solitude for six hours before retiring. Candles and quiet.

Undefined dream. Massive realisation. I awoke not remembering what I had just seen although I knew, somewhere, somehow what I had experienced. Very,very unusual.. Highly energised coming out of sleep. More so than normal. Main reason for seeking lucid dreaming experiences or developing this talent.

I am standing above a courtyard in a small village with white washed stone walls. Central, in the courtyard stands a very large oak tree.
On the ground below a huge, jet black gorilla is roaming about, agitated. Around 2.5 metres tall, stocky, square shaped.

I feel there should be fear yet I shrug it off as it is unnecessary. Consider levitating down into the branches of the tree yet think it will be both showing off and revealing too much, so I jump.

My feet land in the tree extremely solidly without any imbalance onto a thick branch in the middle. I look around and walk off, floating to the floor softly, with a quiet chuckle.

I know the gorilla is about yet am unconcerned and walk to the houses surrounding the courtyard. The people I find are all, heads down and busy, yet looking very troubled and disturbed. One is an old friend,
hunched over, possibly washing or mending something. She just shakes her head and I don't want to push anything. I feel a wave of sadness, briefly.
I leave them alone. Although wish to notify them of the gorilla yet there is no point doing so.

Walking down a narrow corridor with paint falling off of the walls in patches. Pink and grey. Litter and bits of wood are on the floor. I feel slightly claustrophobic and again throw the feeling off.

Passing into sunlight, I finally stand on a balcony where I started, sit and watch the tree.