The dream began in an outdoor classroom. In front of me was a large map of the world. I had blue paint and was supposed to highlight with the paint some of the major areas of the planet that have coral reefs. I dabbed the Caribbean, South Pacific, and Mediteranian. Barbara Vorrhies came over to ask me about my research question and said that she may be able to help me with my modeling. I started to explain to her that I was planning to study the social dynamics surrounding coral reef destruction.
I had to sit down because my body began to feel strange… as if I were starting to trip out on some strong drug. I think I became aware that I was dreaming at this point and decided to fly. I hovered up over the class for a moment before swooping down and picking up Kate Burrell under her arms. I flew with her to the ocean and dropped her in from a high height. I then swooped down into the water myself. Kate was climbing onto a catamaran that looked to be returning to port after some sort of Sunset Booze Cruise. I grabbed onto the back and rode it as though I was water skiing until it was pulled out of the water and onto a large boat dock. With that I got off and went into the bathroom. There was an old or overweight person in every stall… oh well… I guess that means no sexy bathroom dream sex for me. As I was leaving I glanced in the mirror. It took a moment for my reflection to catch up with my actual self. I then decided to push my hand through the mirror like Neo does in the Matrix.
I did and... wow… the other side felt so powerful it was almost frightening. Consciously wanting to confront this fear I decided to just go ahead and stick my whole head into the mirror. I pushed through and felt some strong resistance. Energy was swirling about and through my head. I began to see things beyond the mirror…. A play or a television show…. Or I guess more accurately it was just random aspects of life. I began to foretell the things that I was about to see. I said to myself that I would see a bear on a unicycle with a star shaved into his ass fur. Sure enough, one went cycling by within 2 seconds. I knew everything I would be seeing before I saw it. Very cool. I kept watching and kept intuiting, until I came to the realization that everything I was watching fly by was being created moment by moment by my imagination. And so thus, how easy it was to think things into existence. I experimented with everything, and was able to repeatedly create the dream images that manifested in front of me in the instant before they arose. What fun this was. After a while I got tired of the same old random stuff. I had not yet experienced anything sinister or evil… no less than 3 seconds after having that thought, my eyes caught the eyes of a beheaded doll… the doll’s face reminded me of the evil sorcerer’s face in the book in the old school Care Bears Movie. 
Our eyes locked. The dolls eyes turned from playful doll’s eyes, to yellow cats eyes, to green lizard eyes, to black pools of evil intentions. I grrrred back at it, as the scenery passed by, but then realized the flaw in my approach. I went back to the doll and looked in its scary black eyes and said… “I love you” to it. The sting of its glare was greatly reduced. After shifting toward an awareness of negative energies, the landscape of the dream that was passing before me changed. I was no longer peeing through a mirror, but was now fully inside the mind-forged mirage. I found myself in a dark ally and there were grim-reaper-like entities in shop windows looking dreadful and dreary. The scene looked like it was strait out of an 18th-century vampire movie in the back allies of some old European city. I came to a dead end. In front of me was a door. It exuded a terrible and menacing energy. I tried to open the door and was pushed backward with great force. Still very aware that I was dreaming and having the wherewithal to tell myself that there was no reason to be scared or to flee from this door, I barged through it. I then stood in a small corridor. Strobe lights flickered creating an almost fabricated haunted-house setting. I stepped into a side door and saw a picture on the wall of a werewolf. At that moment I knew that a werewolf would be jumping out at me any moment. I turned around and sure enough a gruesome looking beast with long razor sharp teeth and frothy drool sprung out from around a dark corner. There was only a fraction of a second’s worth of fear, and then I stifled the impulse to turn and run by again reminding myself that there was nothing to fear. I stood my ground and projected my thoughts to the werewolf: “Go ahead and do whatever you were gonna do… I’m not scared of you”. The beast came at me and threw out its hands and we embraced and danced a jolly jig. It was hilarious and fun and completely unexpected. It smiled through its mouth full of jagged teeth and I felt its happiness. How cool!
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