The black woman had that stereotypical 'black-woman-attitude' if you know what I mean. She was like, 'Nu-huh! Just what are you doing that for? I don't have time for this!" (all that useless note taking I was doing). She put me on track and I thanked her for that. I read in a dream-interpretation book that: a girl that in unknown to us can make us "acknowledge that a fresh approach would be useful." I don't treat all dream interpretations as gospel and it can be like reading a horoscope sometimes where it is vague enough for anybody to find meaning, but this in particular seemed to ring true. She was like the complete opposite of myself with a different perspective and told me not to be so analytical because I would have just wasted my time.
And for the clock: we call it 'reading time' for a reason. It must use similar parts of the brain. When I see a word I don't need to sound it out. I just see the whole word and know what it is immediately and go on to the next one. I can tell the time on an analogue clock from a single glance. But I wasn't always like that. When I was 5 years old I had trouble reading words and clocks and in a lucid dream my state of mind goes back to that. However, the imagination I had when I was 5 comes back and I get enveloped in the dream. It's like we can have one or the other but never both at full capacity.
I can only remember 3 times this had happened to me including this one, and I must have had at least 300 lucid dreams (rounded to make math easier), so for me it's a 1 in a 100. Although I try to use words and logic to explain it, words and logic can never describe the actual dream fully... even to myself. I have already forgotten some parts of it and will forget others in the years to come and will only have my waking, written, words to remind me.Summerlander wrote:I also relate to the fact that you thought you were sharing dream space with another lucid dreamer while you were lucid dreaming.