My lucid dreams

Last night at precisely 1:51 a.m., the breathing of a man woke me–someone was exhaling. I thought I had brought a dream into reality, but I was only in a so-called “hypnopompic state.” I looked around in my room and saw nobody. Then the breathing repeated. I wasn’t sure anymore whether the breathing occurred in Read More …

The social recluse

I just spent three hours thinking. Just thinking. Not meditating. Not writing. I’ve been asking myself questions that I have heard today. Questions to which I knew the answers, but for some reason, I couldn’t say them because they had disappeared. If this reflects my uncertainty, then I’m quite ashamed of myself. One should never Read More …