Oneironautic Escapades

One of the most vivid beginnings
WILD combo'd SUNEYE method
Walked directly into dream of complete crispness and reality
An outdoor oasis connected to a grand building
A hall of greats, or more like a commonground of all men of old
I felt humbled by a shared presence of beings
My guide ushered me in, helping me into this new plane
When confronted about his true identity as a character in my dream
He responded "I am the guy who invented gravity"
His appearance shifted with his will to express himself
He was a young Hispanic looking male, then an older sage looking professor
Sir Isaac Newton was my dream guide, and I was on cloud nine
The majority of the experience I felt aware that I was inside a dreamstate, though it began as a crisp solitary landscape I believe I succumbed to the plot of conscious desires
I 'fell' from the crispness of higher plane existance and began an inter-weaved trajectory of fragmented situations and impression based conversations
My hands were my ground. Anytime the dream began to collapse, due either to longwinded interactions with dream characters or a hazy intention, I looked at my hands to realize the silhouette between flesh and flood was a mass of squiggles. Reminding me of the current dream and situation I demanded clarity and moved forward with what was taking place.
I was in a great hall, once led by Newton he had departed from me once I began to entertain the frivolous dreamplots. There were many familiar yet distant faces and impressions. I conversed with DC to see what my SC wanted to inform me of. We spoke of mastering flying and how true intention only comes to fruition if absolute belief is had.
I was jumping while explaining my difficulties with sustained flight.
With increased altitude I attempted to fly to a nearby floating oasis in the sky, only to free-fall halfway there.
Dissapointed byt not frightened while watching the platforms I was once on fade above me, I manifested a new scenario and instantly appeared in a room with all wood furnishings and a classic Victorian fireplace.
She was pointing a gun at me-- shaped like a shotgun only somehow steampunked with a technospin-- at me.
She told me I wasn't supposed to be there.
Whomever was responsible for my presence would be punished, for I was not ready to experience what I had been presented with.
Delving back into dream plots and ill faded fictitious meanderings, I practiced levetation, increased vision, manifesting specific people, and conversations with DC
Lucidity was about 75%
Reemerging back into the dreamscape from waking 3-4 times.
But the time came to a close when all I could dream was on a projector screen in my head frozen mid-action.
Finally releasing the state I rejoined this reality and awoke.