i just finished reading a book in a semi- series (i think!) called "being in dreaming" by florinda donner:

www.cleargreen.com/english/...etail.cfm

i enjoy my dreamtime immensely when immersed in things of dreams in this wake world. one night (and this was a few months ago, i finished the book and am working on "the sorcerers crossing" at the moment, a mirror of the other book, easy reading, but effective). so during this window, i fell into a deep sleep where i ended up in a cafe'. it was still arizona, but it had a french flair, bright yellow and black and floral come to mind. there were two women sitting at a table and i approached them. they had big bosoms and were laughing in a jolly but dark tone. they were sort of doing acrobats with their lingo and i thought it was clever they jumped from the book to my dream. just then, one tweeked my nipple and it caught me off guard and as they laughed, i fled off. if you've read any castaneda, this is not an uncommon feature as is meant to be funny and to reduce and/or examine the level of sense of self / importance we may contain. i left out the backdoor and found i was very lucid and began to catch air to fly home. however, another thing happened i thought very cool. on the astral, i know how to move about pretty good. this time, i found if i wanted to move quickly, i could lay close to the ground and catch great speed. i recall my legs feeling ver y heavy and not being able to lift and so i resorted to this lower posture which served my purpose greater and have retained it during lucid dreamtime.

if you are looking to lucid dream, i recommend castenada. if you are female, i'd skip on over to his witches who have left several other activating tools to work with. i got into castanada long ago, but it away and somehow it reappeared, as ive aged, its taken on a new meaning and understanding, this whole dream thing we're doin'.

this reminder came to me after that dream in particular (and there have been others, but these women stick close to me. i don't know why, i'm sure they'll show up again:

Self-importance is man's greatest enemy. What weakens him is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of his fellow men. Self-importance requires that one spend most of one's life offended by something or someone."--Don Juan

my husband is british, he says that this is true and hes seen it more in america than anywhere. americans reserve the right to be offended and often. i tweeked his nose for that! how dare he! (hehehehe!!)