Yesterday, I wrote a TWO WEEKS LATER UPDATE: to my 'what planet is this? dream blocking' post involving my current inability to take control of my lucid dream, as I used to do, and ask my Dream People the question, "What planet is this."
You'll see in my (yesterday) update, I stated categorically that I would find a way around this 'technical glitch'.
Before going to sleep last night, I practiced the meditation exercise of UNZIPPING MY SKIN from the back and extracting the glowing fibres of my nervous system along with my 'self' allowing all the sensations of the human body to become insignificant. This is a real easy trick, for a visual mind such as mine, lol.
Anyway...
I'm not gonna say IT WORKED , but...
An Elder Guide showed me round his complex and secretive Victorian-like city in a dream this morning. Modern art featured strongly, with little brick galleries of personal expression. There were also SECRET DOORS, heavy wooden doors behind which were CATTLE (females accompanied by a bull) waiting to enter a sawdust arena or display area. The layout of the town was very complex, yet I felt I'd been there before, recurrent themes in the architecture and density of people, traffic. There were black ornamental (Victorian?) balconies or walkways groaning with celebrating youths. I remember Elder Guide mentioning Cambridge (as you all know, I have lived in Cambridge though I'm currently in Oxford).
I say Elder Guide because that was his form and role. I noticed that (when I struck out on my own in this bewildering town) I got lost IMMEDIATELY: like map reading doesn't take place 'on the plane'.
I shall seek out this Elder Guide in forthcoming dreams, see what's revealed. Maybe soon, I'll ask him the dream question, "What planet is this?"