got caught in an electronic snow storm, static blizzard filled my feed. sometimes i can navigate through these glitches, i guess because i don't over rely on technology, i can always default to an extra sensory perception. they said the communication system was down, my mobile made a good paperweight holding down the pages of an unfinished story. the black rectangle looked sleek but totally dysfunctional. none of the apps worked and there was no electricity supply to charge it. 
i lit a few candles, prepared myself and entered theta. i can do this instantly now, it only took a few seconds to reach you. remote viewing, i can see you sleeping in your bedroom, a massive thick quilt lay over the top of you. i project a whisper, but it's not working. i've begun to learn in theta you cannot get deeper, so without regulating i enter your dreamscape.
its a mountain freshness, but there's a fire burning. your feeding it logs and sipping upon a hot chocolate. i sit by your side, 'hi, i'm here because we need to talk.'
you look surprised but compose yourself very quickly, in a microsecond i do see the fragility and a fleeting hint of anger in your eyes, but it passes for a smile as you begin to understand the state of play.
'i''m listening,' you say attempting assertiveness but there's a fragility around your voice.
'come to me.' 
that's it, that's all i say as i fade away, as you fade away, the dream continues like a tree falling in an empty forest.
i return to my environment, the primal me activates his senses, i can see in the dark, i can hear birds and the distant rumble of something distant. my own fire is now just glowing embers. i reach for a log as i wait for your arrival.