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I’m a Lucid Dreamer, But This Week I Chose to Forget—On Purpose



Most mornings, I wake up with my dreams fully intact, vivid and in technicolor, like I’m the director of my own nightly soap opera. I’m usually a lucid dreamer, aware of my dreamland shenanigans, able to remember all the random details like the rogue penguin that showed up at my 8th-grade science fair or the out-of-place medieval castle that somehow had Wi-Fi. But not this week. Nope. This week, I actively chose to forget my dreams.

Yes, you read that right. I woke up, blinked, and said, “Not today, subconscious. Not bringing that mess into my daylight hours.” You see, sometimes dreams get a little too weird or a little too on point. They creep up with hidden truths or absurd nonsense that I just do not have time to unpack before my first cup of coffee. So, for the past week, I’ve simply waved them away as I wake up. Poof, begone!

One dream was so outlandish that even my lucid dreaming self went, “What is happening here?” Another one? Let’s just say it was a little too real—like my brain had a hidden camera in my thoughts and decided to throw that footage back at me. So instead of pondering its meaning, I said, “Nope, we’re not doing this today.” Sometimes, it’s better to be oblivious.

Usually, I’d obsess, analyze, and try to piece together the cryptic puzzles my subconscious feeds me like some overzealous fortune-teller. But every now and then, I think it’s okay to just let them go. Not every dream needs to come with me into the waking world. Sometimes, it’s enough to say, “I don’t need that baggage today” and move on. Forgetting on purpose might just be my new morning mantra. Now, if only I could do the same with my to-do list…

Who knew choosing oblivion could feel this good?

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  1. My sleep is so messed up that I rarely remember even a piece of a dream, but it sounds exhausting to have to process them daily.

    I’ve heard of tribes where the children are taught to do that – I believe they don’t have television.

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  2. Ah Yes Letting Go oF Older Lucid Dreams

    Dear Miriam True i Had one Myself This

    Morning Understanding i was in a Dream

    Yet Not Able to Remove myself From the

    Old Dream

    In this Case
    A Love Affair
    With a Teal Green
    Camaro From So Long Ago

    Demanding to be Repaired
    in a Shop With Problems Mounting
    More From Hood To Trunk Ah Yes that

    Day Falling
    Falling off
    the Face of
    THE EartH

    Having to Sell Dear
    Old Teal Green Camaro
    Way BacK iN 2008 From
    The First Part of my Story
    iN HeLL ON EartH Within

    Yep Ye Old Dead Zone
    ‘Beneath my Planet
    of the Apes’ for 66 Months

    Anyway Already Losing my Emotions
    It Just Felt Like my Head Was gonna Explode

    When the Sell of Thousands of Dollars in Cash Hit my Palm
    True it appeared the Buyer Had Been Collecting Hundred Dollar

    Bills
    As A
    Hobby
    From Work

    Anyway New Cars and
    Homes are No Longer
    Lovers and Gods for me

    People First in Flesh and Blood
    Do All the Tricks and Treats In

    Words As Well Divorced From Cold
    Metal and Brick and Mortar Soul It Was

    A Relief
    Indeed to
    Let that
    Lucid
    Night
    Mare
    Dream
    Go Again With SMiLes

    Lately Reality Has Been
    Stranger than Dreams
    And Fiction Anyway hehe

    Rather Be A Wing on a Bird
    With Feathers iN FLiGHT Wind SaMe

    So

    iDo
    iFly
    Free
    Creating
    My own
    Dreams
    Wide Awake
    With SoUL FelT SMiLes..:)

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