Once upon a time, I desperately wanted to read a book in a dream. I was convinced my unconscious mind would generate a literary masterpiece, but somehow I never found myself reading in ordinary dreams. So I tried lucid dreaming. My method was to periodically trace my day back to waking up. I would do this a couple times a day.
One day I couldn't remember waking up, and I couldn't figure out why I was in an airport (like your dream,weirdly enough.) Yahtze! I made a beeline for the bookstore, grabbed a paperback...
...And was confronted with page after page of gobbledegook. It was a word salad, and not even an interesting, Stein-ian Tender Buttons kind of word salad, but a really dull one, like reading an expense report backwards. (It wasn't any better backwards, though, I checked.)
I'm still interested in lucid dreaming (one of my earliest nightmares as a kid was knowing I was in a dream and being terrified that I couldn't wake up, Nightmare on Elm Street Style,) but I haven't tried it since.
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Date: 2007-04-06 16:33 (UTC)One day I couldn't remember waking up, and I couldn't figure out why I was in an airport (like your dream,weirdly enough.) Yahtze! I made a beeline for the bookstore, grabbed a paperback...
...And was confronted with page after page of gobbledegook. It was a word salad, and not even an interesting, Stein-ian Tender Buttons kind of word salad, but a really dull one, like reading an expense report backwards. (It wasn't any better backwards, though, I checked.)
I'm still interested in lucid dreaming (one of my earliest nightmares as a kid was knowing I was in a dream and being terrified that I couldn't wake up, Nightmare on Elm Street Style,) but I haven't tried it since.