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This Makes Perfect Sense
So, while I've never taught myself to lucid-dream, or managed to do so under any circumstances, I can occasionally recognize when I'm dreaming - the only problem is that I then wake up immediately.
The challenge is just that, while I'm in the middle of a dream, I am willing and able to believe almost anything.
Almost.
For instance, a couple of nights ago I was having a back-to-work dream. Not surprising, since it was the night before my first day back to work. But I was dreaming about being in the office, along with two doctors who have never worked together, one of whom I haven't worked with in over a decade.
And in the dream I was talking to a client who had a problem with their pet. So they brought their pet in, which happened to be a human baby. And that was no big deal, and in fact I stood around chatting with the old vet while he stuck the laparoscope (which neither of us know how to use in real life) into the baby and started rummaging around and pulling out stuff at random, and the other vet talked with the ex-wife of a friend of mine (said friend, I believe, has never been divorced).
And eventually we pulled the miniature internal organ out of the baby, at which point I realized I needed to change because I was wearing a sheer shirt and had forgotten to put on a bra, so I wandered into the closet - which was a hideously spooky old wooden thing with holes and bats in the ceiling and lichen all over the floors - and changed into a more work-appropriate top, and took the baby back to its owners.
And there I was, telling them how their baby was going to be just fine, and that it should recover from the procedure with no complications, and I looked down at my feet and realized I was barefoot.
And somehow my mind suddenly seized up, and I realized that, holy cow, this is some malarkey, because I would NEVER come to work barefoot, and this couldn't be real, and I had to be dreaming.
At which point, sadly, I woke the heck up.....
The challenge is just that, while I'm in the middle of a dream, I am willing and able to believe almost anything.
Almost.
For instance, a couple of nights ago I was having a back-to-work dream. Not surprising, since it was the night before my first day back to work. But I was dreaming about being in the office, along with two doctors who have never worked together, one of whom I haven't worked with in over a decade.
And in the dream I was talking to a client who had a problem with their pet. So they brought their pet in, which happened to be a human baby. And that was no big deal, and in fact I stood around chatting with the old vet while he stuck the laparoscope (which neither of us know how to use in real life) into the baby and started rummaging around and pulling out stuff at random, and the other vet talked with the ex-wife of a friend of mine (said friend, I believe, has never been divorced).
And eventually we pulled the miniature internal organ out of the baby, at which point I realized I needed to change because I was wearing a sheer shirt and had forgotten to put on a bra, so I wandered into the closet - which was a hideously spooky old wooden thing with holes and bats in the ceiling and lichen all over the floors - and changed into a more work-appropriate top, and took the baby back to its owners.
And there I was, telling them how their baby was going to be just fine, and that it should recover from the procedure with no complications, and I looked down at my feet and realized I was barefoot.
And somehow my mind suddenly seized up, and I realized that, holy cow, this is some malarkey, because I would NEVER come to work barefoot, and this couldn't be real, and I had to be dreaming.
At which point, sadly, I woke the heck up.....