the dreamer examines his pillow

I'm trying to imagine this: if you and I meet in person and go home together - I am awake in the gross body, I see your gross body and interact with you as a 'we' in the same world space.

In the bedroom we exchange some not so subtleties until we're obliterated unto sleep. But, as far as the soul is concerned, two people never seem to dream together, even when in the same bed, no matter how good the sex is. Once we fall asleep, we are on our own, separate from one another, lucid or not.

When I'm dreaming I'm alone with my 'soul'. I might see you, but it's not you, it's my projection of you, as is all of the dreamscape.

In 'spirit', deep sleep, emptiness, all is one, and one is pretty close to none because no one remembers this state and there's nothing to remember. So if we're in the same bed, we are now in the same spirit, although neither of us know it.

But if I am an insomniac, awake in the gross and watching you sleep, I see your gross body in a slumber, even though you do not see your own body or me watching it/you. You might be dreaming of Tibet, but I am awake in your bed, with the ability to take you out of Tibet by waking your gross body up, to kiss it, or even to kill it.

So, again, it seems we go from:

Gross Body: where we are together in the same world.

Soul: being separate from yours (since we do not dream together).

Spirit: being one and/or none with you (since there is nothing going on here anyway)

If lucidity occurs, after 'stage' development,  it tethers gross body awareness into the subtle soul, then further into spirit...then what? Does it collide or intermingle with that 'other' witness of emptiness...

It seems like there are two witnesses here... the lucid witness who smuggled itself out of the gross, through the subtle, and then the empty witness, which is always ever present any way...

Is this the uroboros snake reaching back to it's tail - shedding it's exterior skein in an implosion of awareness?