As a kid, for about a year, maybe even less, I used to be able to realize “I’m in a dream”, and control what happened for a short while before the excitement woke me up. It wasn’t just something happening to me; I chose to do things just as I would in real life. I could get close to a girl or fly across the country, or I could stand face-to-face with my nightmares once I understood they were only fragments of my imagination. I felt free, though still confined to the situation I found myself in - and the more control I gained, the mo... (read more)
Brain cannot be trusted.
As a kid, for about a year, maybe even less, I used to be able to realize “I’m in a dream”, and control what happened for a short while before the excitement woke me up. It wasn’t just something happening to me; I chose to do things just as I would in real life. I could get close to a girl or fly across the country, or I could stand face-to-face with my nightmares once I understood they were only fragments of my imagination. I felt free, though still confined to the situation I found myself in - and the more control I gained, the mo... (read more)