Name: Anonymous 2014-06-18 15:14
Today I had one of those very complex dreams where you are walking through corridors and big halls. I was standing in front of a marble sculpture watching it, which suddenly transformed into a happy black cat. I thought ``what the fuck'' and then I realized that I was dreaming (I already had other lucid dreams before so I know how to manage my mind to not wake up) so I decided to take a look into the details...
I was a bit surprised about the complexity of this space, and its textures, specially the floor (a tile with draws of flowers and leafs). I walked into another hall and I was thinking how incredible is that my brain was creating all this place in real-time, obviously it wasn't exactly like reality but inside my dream I felt like everything was very real, even when I knew that I was dreaming; though there is one thing that I always try in lucid dreams: to count stuffs, so I started counting drops of blue paint that I found in the floor, first I counted 5, then 8, then 7.. For some reason my dreams are incoherent when I count something or when I start paying to much attention in one thing.
The final thing I remember is thinking about how memory in my brain worked and why it seems that it works different when you are awake, and then everything started to vanish and I think I started having another dream.
I was a bit surprised about the complexity of this space, and its textures, specially the floor (a tile with draws of flowers and leafs). I walked into another hall and I was thinking how incredible is that my brain was creating all this place in real-time, obviously it wasn't exactly like reality but inside my dream I felt like everything was very real, even when I knew that I was dreaming; though there is one thing that I always try in lucid dreams: to count stuffs, so I started counting drops of blue paint that I found in the floor, first I counted 5, then 8, then 7.. For some reason my dreams are incoherent when I count something or when I start paying to much attention in one thing.
The final thing I remember is thinking about how memory in my brain worked and why it seems that it works different when you are awake, and then everything started to vanish and I think I started having another dream.