Cities in the Astral

03/10/15 I was dreaming about the old house on Warm Springs and assumed it was a dream. I remembered that a good dream sign was the entire back yard being entirely flooded. It used to have ponds, but in dreams they cover three properties. I looked towards the back and saw a large body of water. Not only should I not be able to see the backyard from here, but now my memory is returning. The back yard was filled in and no onger has any ponds. Fine, it is a dream. I love dreaming of that garden, so much of my memories are there.

I floated into the air and back into the pond. It was steaming and full of hot mineral water, like the giant hot tub used to. I land in the water and am now skinny dipping in a 3 acre hot tub. It feels wonderful and so very real. I go underwater and look around. It is pretty dark, but I can see the surface and it is realistic.

I hear singing. It is my wife. I thought she was gone to work. Wait, not work, school. I become aware of the bed. No wait stabilize. I summon a couple pvc pipes crossing the surface and grasp them. The singing is from a neighbors radio. I focus on the feeling of gripping the pvc. The water now has a strong current. Gads, her voice is breaking on the high notes. No, it is a radio in the dream (sure it is, man stop it!). I focus on the feeling of the current and try to stay in the dream. Darn it! Awake.