Okay, I have cut and pasted the details from my personal blog, I would really appreciate advice and thoughts on this dream, and the associated stuff in it.. And what was really going on...

Wednesday.....
I had another bizarre something-morethandream. Needless to say such experiences come when I need to think about being sensible being boring for a while afterwards, and after such interesting experiences, its hard to focus the mind on being boring. I did write an account of it while on the bus going to Capitalist Servitude, a suitably tripped out account, which I will re-word to make it understandable for you . The first bit was just a random dream, but then it got lucid, and changed into something else.

I met two men on the cliff above Redlap, an almost unknown beach near Dartmouth that I used to go to as a kid. To describe, it was (on my last visit in 1998) a small cove near the national trust car park at Little Dartmouth, impossible to find unless you know it as its off the path. The cliffs are a good 80ft of sandstone and shale, and were ready to collapse. The beach is reached by a small path along the heavily undercut cliff (please note this is highly dangerous!) and down some ancient Victorian steps. Thats how it was in 1998 though I am sure the cliff will by now have collapsed and taken the path with it. . In the dream these two guys wanted to have a duelistic fistfight, and I was showing them the way onto the beach. The beach was covered in green slime, and on that slime were the broken remains of a Masonic angle (the set square) , a wooden one. Anyway.
I left the grateful chaps on the beach to slug it out,and left, heading back along that path. Then I got a fearsome attack of vertigo, as  this dream became lucid. I was terrified the cliff would collapse under my weight, or that I would slip and fall.... and I fell to my hands and knees to crawl until I reached safe ground. The rock under the thin soil was like ribs, which I hung onto as I crawled, even more scared as the ground started to thrum under me. My fingers started to slip and I was convinced that I would fall.....
And then suddenly I was stood further up the path again, on safe ground, I was looking down towards the path again, but there was no dangerous cliff, no collapsing pathway, just a safe path leading to a huge Newgrange like (except it was all stone, no grass on top) stone building partly on the promontry and partly built over the sea. I knew that I had come to visit that place for a life changing experience. In the front of the buiding was an open medieval iron and wooden door, open. Now in dreams I know that very often entering a tunnel or cave like space usually results in me being trapped inside when the walls close in. So I RAN through the short corridor, and found myself in a huge circular room, bare of furniature, except some red drapes that reminded me of a place I know from a past life in Egypt. I looked around and there was no-one there. I walked in further a bit, and saw that to the right, there were wide steps leading to another huge circular room, so I went up those steps and found myself in a room with a long wooden bench and books strewn around on the floor. There was also a desk and a high chair, and then this chap, late middle age, with a beard, and  - well a classic sort of Wizard look. heh. He was friendly, and soothingly calming, I had an instant feeling of being safe.
I looed around and there were two doors in the wall to my left. "What are through those?" I demanded and without waiting for an answer went to look. I was convinced that they were leading to somewhere for people to spy. I opened one of the doors and was looking into a corridor, that rollowed the shape of the inner room, lit by the sun through tall windows. The Teacher, as I will refer to him, laughed himself silly, and said that I would know what the corridor was for in due time.
I came back into the room. He took me to the bench and pushed a large photographic history book into my hands, starting from the most ancient times, before Atlantis, Before Egypt, right up to modern times. He told me that I was there to learn the TRUE ancient way of the Megalith Builders, whose descendants still exist among us. He took me out of the building, out onto the cliff, then we turned round. The building was gone. "You are now seeing how this place was built" he said ... all I could see was the dangerous cliff path, and the sea playing around rocks and a small reef below. Then, a blue white energy (In describing the  to Martin he suggests this was orgone energy) began to appear, and spread, and slowly grew into the shape of the building. And then became the stone building I saw in front of me. I was undertandably stunned. THAT was the secret of the megalith Builders? ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

We went back inside, to the room with the books and the bench. I was just reaching for that huge history book, when I collapsed. You remember my dream about Mordred and Gai'elle a few weeks back right? Well I suddenly realised something. I was again  in my Tulonir form (Tulonir was the name of who I was in that dream, a male druid, and opponant of Mordred). In addition to which, that same wound, that Mordred gave me in that dream?  I had that too, again... The Teacher said I had to re-live all wounds recieved in previous lives and other existances, in order to be able to move on to the next step of his teaching. (internal thought - oh yes, wahey. ow, I am not enjoying this!).
The Teacher said i had to go, I had things to do in the "other" world (the one with work and getting up and things, hehe) and I woke up. As I woke up I asked him three questions. I asked if I could return to learn more, and he said yes, any time I like. I asked him his name (which I wont write here) and I asked him who he was. "I am you" was his reply.


One more oddity after that dream. Coming home from work  I saw a giant "left eye" shape in the clouds, on Saturday. As recounted at the time in my blog A most odd thing happened on the bus. I was looking out of the window and there was this huge shape in the clouds, well a hole in the grey, between two masses of cloud. and it was shaped like a giant left eye. And even freakier, it even had a pupil, a small round fuzz of white cloud, in the middle. well as I wandered to the bus stop in a spaced out miasma after this latest dream, I came upon a reflection of an eye, a left eye, on the road, and I could not find where it was reflected from.