Ok people, Saw ‘waking life’ thought it was the first thing i had really saw in my entire life that meant something and had me hook line and sinker! So I researched into it and got unto Lucid Dreaming. Been attempting to practice MILD for a month or so. Really diligently keeping a dream journal and freaking myself out at work, by almost believing everything is a dream (RChecking).
So, to the meat of my problem now. i recently moved to a new address after being in my old one for 18 months, and I am finding my dreams getting generally more and more vived. No lucidity in all those months but I am remembering more details and recollection of dreams is becoming clearer. I have had on 2 seperate occasions what i believe to be “moments of lucidity”. First one: I told my father that the dream we were in was a lucid dream, in my dream. Upon waking I remember just that fragment but i honestly don’t know if i was lucid or if it was just a dream about being lucid. I mean that is still not a lucid dream, right? 2nd instance: I dream that i talk about waking life and its lucid dream aspects with a co-worker at work. Yet I do not belive that i was truly lucid. Only last night however, after not practising any inducing methods, I dreamt that I held my tv in my hands. I have a 52 cm TEAC tv in reality as well as a 32 cm no-name one. What happened was in the dream i knew the tv was my TEAC (though it did appear to be the smaller one) and as i looked at the silver letters of the brand name near its base, the letters looked not quite as i thought they should. Warping, erratic and jumbled. I then looked away and looked at it again, as per Stephen LaBerge’s method of RC, and they changed again and spelt out something like TEBL, not TEAC. I had a real moment of thinking that this was my first lucid dream. Then I turned the tv around and loooked at its manufacturing mold stamp, whichwas even smaller text and the second number of the sequence of 4 did what i can only describe as a poker reel effect, spinning rapidly through random numbers. At this point I felt this massive, euphoric flood of realization through my head as i knew i was lucid(bloody AMAZING, Iswear). I know that at that moment, I knew i was dreaming and that i was lucid.
My question is: Why did I not try and do something like fly, or jump through the roof, or at least scrutinize my surroundings? I knew I was lucid, but the desire to explore my options just never occured to me. I woke up much later only remembering the outlined circumstances and immediately was like: “You stupid idiot, why didn’t you do something cool, wasted opportunity”. I remember it feeling so surreal as i realized that i was lucid.
One other thing, I notice that in my increasingly vived non-lucid dreams, sometimes i perceive a face, book title, environment, person, reference to waking life, that i feel I remember. I mean I have a sensation of memory of the thing being as real and with the same strength of conviction that i have in waking life. Only upon waking do I then realize that I have absolutely no memory of the said thing in reality. It is like a have a false dream memory. A memory in my dream that tells me that something is familiar or that i know of it from before, but that is only realized to be false upon waking. I saw a girl in last night’s dream and I remembered her. Don’t ask me how i did or the context of how we first met, what we had done, etc because it wasn’t like i didn’t know but that i would not know if someone were to ask me in the dream. If no one asked me in my dream and made me really question the nature of my memory, the recalling of specific aspects of how i came to know her would just never occur. The memory was all encompassing in its effect on me that i did not even question or remember any other details other than the awreness that the memory was there. I mean, we don’t generally question if we really remember a person if we believe we already do, do we? SORRY, my head is busting… How can i put this? I knew that girl in my dream without a doubt, but i have no idea who she is/was in reality. She does not exist obviously, but in my dream she was real just as my memory and familiarity of her was. So bizarre, Can someone shed any light on this strange “False Memory” phenomonen?!
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