Last dream of the night, which always seems to be the one we remember most vividly.
Taking part in some race, running then using a mix of strange vehicles, struggling to keep the car on the street on a fast curve and not run into the child on the curb, interacting with all sorts of people and overcoming strange hurdles.
Maybe it was about overcoming hurdles. Everything was well in the end, but the happy ending does not come by itself. You have to work for it. Such a deep and morally compelling thought, you will agree, also very original. I am amazed at the depth of my own dreams interpretation.
More amazed still at the mind's ability to create such a wealth of intricate details about a running course, with lots of people involved and situations developing along the way.
It happened again last night, with the unfolding of a complex plot involving an intelligence mission in a strange territory, complete with secret coded communications and uncertainty on whether those on the other side are really the baddies. I seem to be questioning the nature of good and bad. Another deep interpretation.
Regardless. Our minds are capable of so much more than what we expect and train them to do, if you only manage to leave them alone and let them go... relinquish control and let them create and immerse themselves in surprising, alternative worlds.
I wake up in awe almost every morning, at the end of another journey in a fantastic non-reality of my own making.
Is there anything at all in this idea of lucid dreaming?
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