I have never had, a dream like that. I have never taken anyone with me, but have seen some part of thier life or emotion at a certain time. Like a play going on. Never any lines unless you would count the wheat field I fly over. Sometimes this ripples in the wind, or is barren when it is winter. Does this make sense? I never gave it any thought that it wouldn't be a dream. I do see myself standing at the gate when I am the black bird. My body at the gate cannot move. What is projection? I will probably read a bit about Robert Monroe.