About a month ago, I had a lucid dream in which I was driving my young cousin around at night in an area I know well and we passed through a MASSIVE police checkpoint, through which we passed without being stopped while he and I speculated about what was going on, until we stopped for dinner about a block down the road...then I woke up.
Nothing too unusual, at least for me.
This morning, I had another lucid dream in which I was under arrest for events that transpired that evening with my cousin something about me busting through a blockade, evading police. I'm telling them about how my cousin is a witness, getting all worked up like any innocent man being aggressively questioned in a police drama. My cousin is paying more attention to his Nintendo handheld than to the cops...
I'm going on and on about how it couldn't be me and drew a diagram of my route...then I realize I'm talking about events in a lucid dream
...and my befuddled brain finally wakes me up...just enough for me to try to make an attempt at constructing a rational argument that would convince the detectives I was innocent because they were talking about events in a lucid dream weeks prior.
The detective's "WTF?" reaction finally woke me up. But not without raising my BP, making my heart race, etc.
Sometimes, I really hate my brain.
Nothing too unusual, at least for me.
This morning, I had another lucid dream in which I was under arrest for events that transpired that evening with my cousin something about me busting through a blockade, evading police. I'm telling them about how my cousin is a witness, getting all worked up like any innocent man being aggressively questioned in a police drama. My cousin is paying more attention to his Nintendo handheld than to the cops...
I'm going on and on about how it couldn't be me and drew a diagram of my route...then I realize I'm talking about events in a lucid dream
...and my befuddled brain finally wakes me up...just enough for me to try to make an attempt at constructing a rational argument that would convince the detectives I was innocent because they were talking about events in a lucid dream weeks prior.
The detective's "WTF?" reaction finally woke me up. But not without raising my BP, making my heart race, etc.
Sometimes, I really hate my brain.