Can’t remember much of yesterday morning’s dream now, only the ending remains….I was talking about something spiritual in a classroom amongst friends and certain students were mocking me and jeering. Then suddenly, we each transcended / travelled through a wall independently into another room; one more futuristic and minimalist in appearance; almost not of this world. Everyone was awe-stuck and stopped laughing as if they’d finally realised such extraordinary things were possible. And a teacher / instructor at the front, standing by a white board, told us that all we need to do is submiss / submit. At this moment, I took a deep breath and felt as if my soul left my body in a surreal, floaty movement. It was as if I was a feather floating on the breeze. Then my alarm clock went off and I awoke in the physical world. It felt like a near death experience. Why are dreams often more vivid, intense and pleasurable than reality?