I had a lucid dream the other night. I felt as awake as I do now, but then I saw my pal John, and next to him was sitting another version of him, so I asked him ‘is this a dream?’ and he said ‘yes.’
Great I thought, a lucid dream, I can do whatever I want! I can make magic happen. Fly. Time travel. Whatever. So I sat down and made myself conjure the scenario and the people and the red wine I wanted at that moment.
Just me sitting there.
It seems that even in my dreams I’m subject to the laws of nature and physics. There’s a moral in there somewhere, a message of some sort, but I haven’t figured it out.