My account is from a time when I was using mdma on a daily basis so obviously that is why this was so lucid.
I was engaged and living with my partner but because I had turned so strange we were then sleeping in separate beds, I continued to use.
My first dream was as they all began, with me waking in my bed, very confusing as it became so I didn't really know if I was asleep. First night I awoke in my dream to the sound of my name being called from outside the window, I rose and tried to part the curtains but my hand passed through them, I then saw that the door was no longer where it should be, it was now at an angle and not part of the wall but inside the room, ajar I could see the hall so I walked through to a normal setting and descended the stairs. I entered the lounge and saw tumbleweed blowing up and down the garden. I then returned to bed and awoke feeling very familiar with something I wasn't sure about.
Night two alone with a glass to the wall, because my partner had another female in there next door and I was tweeking out trying to catch the drift or some sexual groaning. Yes anything was now possible as I went further in. I fell asleep and awoke again in my bed with trepidation as the door was once again adrift and as I rose I felt more weightless. No voices calling but the tumbleweed was still rolling as I drifted around the house. Nothing much more that night and I returned to my bed to awake feeling even more disturbed.
Night three was again me waking in my bed and seeing the door again in another spot but now when upright I began to hover where I wanted, a great feeling and very real. I hovered around the house again and returned to wake now being unsure what state I was in. This I believe is how people jump out of windows with no fear. Was starting to doubt but enjoying the sensations.
Night four I awoke while asleep and was rising up while laying down and passed through the ceiling, I could smell the attic and felt a sense of panic about going through the roof but I willed myself downward and descended back to my bed and awoke feeling amazed how I had control
Night five was like having learned how to skateboard as I continued to float in any direction I wanted and could now control altitude, night six again was like the last with waking in bed both awake and asleep until the seventh night where I left the house and flew up the park to where all my mates where and I dazzled them with my skills and I guess that was the dream.
There was no eight and that was the last week I stayed there.