David Lynch and singer/songwriter Donovan discuss transcendental meditation.

Pretty awesome stuff!

Everyone knows this by now, but I make little guided meditation mp3s and a week ago I created a real doozy!

It has some rain and storm sounds I recorded here in Tornado Alley, sounds of rushing water, which just happened to be raging through my brother's front yard during the flood, and me with a new relaxation induction I wrote and voiced about walking down into a cool cave with only a flickering lantern.

After a few minutes the text and my voice fade off and it's just the sound of wind and distant rain through a "flange" effect, leaving my mind to create something to fill the gap. I'm asleep at this point and the dreams are lucid and slightly controllable.

This one dream was so powerful, I woke up to see if it was real.

After being down in the cave, I was driving at night, wipers beating, through a foggy dark wooded road and I pull up to a grocery store. I go in and I want to eat something healthy. I go to the vegetable department. The clerk there tells me, "If you want to be healthy, what you need is through that door."

Going through it, I'm out in the morning light just before sunrise, in a field. I see a woman in a summer hat picking wild flowers. She gets up and turns to me and it's my mother. Younger and very happy.

We sit on a hillside. She's barefooted. Wind is blowing waves across the acres of wheat like ripples in a pond. We watch it. She's so pretty. She looks at me and she's talking, her mouth is moving, but I can't hear her.

The wind is getting louder. There's a rushing in my ears that's deafening. I start to panic. I'm missing something important. The sound of the wind becomes static. The wind blows me back and I begin falling down the hill, but I'm gliding over the tips of wheat. I'm being carried aloft like a plastic grocery bag. Up into the clouds spiraling backwards.

I wake up.