#203 - 4:24AM - WILD/DEILD I wake from some dream. It feels like nothing but hypnagogia. I roll to my left and take a peek at the clock and see it's 4:02AM. I decide to do breathing meditation. After some time I see a lot of hypnagogia and my body feels different. I focus on relaxing my body more and it starts to feel like jell-o. Suddenly I get strong vibes. I try rolling but nothing really happens. It feels a little like I am spinning but not very vivid. I can't "get out of bed" so I just visualize walking in the living room and am very pleased when I see the dream slowly turn "on" like a dimmer switch on a light. I take a few steps in the living room and become annoyed by the feel of something like a hood on my head. It starts to obstruct my vision and instead of fighting it, I just ignore it by rubbing my hands and then feeling the floor. My vision clears up and I see my cats near me. I reach out to pet them but they dart away from me. There is a third cat that I don't have in waking life and I reach out to pet it as well but it shies away like the others. Finally I reach out a littler faster and more determined and grab Stella. She tries to get away at first and then yields like she finally recognizes me. As I pet her I try to remember my goals but as hard as I might try nothing comes to mind. I decide to just enjoy the moment and let it go. I soon wake up. I lay still recalling the dream. Suddenly I remember that I wanted to find my guru in the dream. I have been reading a lot of Dream Yoga material and like the idea of getting wisdom from my higher self. I decide at that point to go ahead and try to DEILD. I totally relax my body now and get vibrations straight away. I wait a moment and let the vibes intensify and then fade a little. Instead trying to move I just tell myself there is someone at the front door. I think about opening it and the dream materializes once again. For some reason I feel like I am losing lucidity and I remind myself to be aware. As I try to open the door I think I have to unlock it first. The dead bolt isn't working right and I remind myself how silly this is. I stop messing with the lock and just open the door. The air outside feels cold on my bare skin. I feel embarrassed by the idea that I am just in my underwear. I decide to let that go and step into the yard. I look up to call out to the dream. The sky has a partial moon obscured by clouds. I call out, "Where is my guru? Guru, come here!" A helicopter roars by and then hovers above me some at a normal distance in the sky. As I watch it, it morphs and distorts. I am not amused. This is pretty normal for my dreams. Then, I hear a car drive behind me in the street. I turn to look but only catch the tail lights as it blurs past. I call out the dream again, "Rinpoche! Can you please come to me?" Something makes me want to look down the street to my right. At the end of the block, there is a shadowed figure of a man standing motionless under the yellow glow of a street lamp. He is just looking at me. This not that creepy as first so I smile and motion him to come to me. The begins slowly walking and I think faster. Suddenly, his movement blurs a little then blinks out and reappears much closer all in an instant. The look of it is a little creepy and like a horror film. As I fight the instinct to be afraid and run, he zoom walks like this several times until he is standing before me. (Thinking about his after the fact, isn't this how we all move in the dreamscape without realizing it?) Now I see his face. I am surprised that he is a clean cut dark completed Italian man who looks a lot (but not exactly) like Shia Labeouf. The very non-Tibetan-Buddhist looking man promptly sticks out a hand and says his name is "Dolce" (dōl'chā'). I shake his hand and before I can speak he says, "You are Straight. I am confused by this and dumbly say, "My name is Straight. OK. And you said you are Dol...?" "Dolce." "Dolc?" I repeat this over and over in my mind to remember. I also note his strange manner of speaking. He sounds a little like he is from the Bronx but also very foreign. (I had never heard of Dolce that I can recall until now and I didn't know it was an Italian word at the time.) I also note he is wearing blue jeans and a gray hoodie, hood up. He nods at me and says, "I like how you were all like..." and makes a mocking gesture with his hands that I don't really understand. With out a moments pause he continues to ramble about being concerned for his family. He wants to know how they are doing. He asks about his sister and mother and... I interrupt him, "Can you just tell me something wise? I really don't have much t..." Now he cuts me off "In a moment." Now, he begins pacing back and forth seeming preoccupied with something. I let out a quiet. "Oh my God." as I realize that this is not going to happen. He continues talking so fast that it begins to sound like gibberish to me. I begin to have to fight to stay focused on the dream and in a few moments I wake up saying to myself REMEMBER
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