Coinception

This dream occurred just this morning. I'll only remember certain parts of it, and as for the other past dreams, I will post some of those shortly too.

We were on a trip to another school. Walking into the hallways, I thought about, or perhaps discussed, how science accepts some concepts while ignoring others. If religion wants to ignore gravity, thought someone, wouldn't that make their belief still true because they have faith?

Actually, I thought. We only perceive something as real if it is separate from the rest. What about the theory of changing gravitational constant over eons - also similar to the Variable Speed of Light Hypothesis - why does science ignore that? Why is evolution accepted but not the evolution of gravity? What about the reports of spiritual experiences? What was objective and what was qualia?

There was some kind of Super-ego theory, too.

Somewhere hours later, there was a thunderstorm. I woke up in my old bedroom, talking with my "biological mother", who supposedly was different from my mom in real life. It was 12:23 pm, time to get up.

We went on another tour of a school, sometime later in the day at 7:50 am, as the buses were leaving early. We walked inside with a bunch of high school students, me reflecting on the "dreams" I'd just had, writing them down in my all-purpose notebook.

A female friend of mine gave me a piece of cake on a plate. I tried cutting it a few times, but it was silicone, and seemed to disappear a little each time I cut it. I promised to get the cake repaired, but said, "this would be appetizing if it weren't silicone".

I woke up. It was 8:41 am. The previous day, I'd indeed talked to this female friend about shellac, and how it was secreted from the female lac bug, even in candy.

Dream: January 25, 2012

No memory of how it all began.

On another bike ride, this time in a town south of where I currently live. I went into this street, where there was a car, some sort of apartment complex and a parking lot. The road banked sharply to my left, but to my right was some kind of downsloping hill and a passage.

Lieutenant Court, it said. Some kind of no-parking sign was near by, yet below was a very wide field of grass. Opposite where I went was another long street and intersection. The sky was more cloudy than clear. I went down the court, which stretched probably 100 metres, zipping down as I went along.

The trip back up was more time-consuming, as I walked back up the side of a grassy ravine. Headed toward a row of houses, but sometime later, I was back.

This time, the scene is a bit darker. I zoom down the same court road, as I did the first time. Yet by the time I climb back up, standing on the ledge of the grassy pit was a guard. He scared me, warned me about the no tresspassing signs, which I hadn't seen the first time. Rattled, I headed on home, and took one last look over the ravine. Some rows of buildings and tall apartments in the distance, a new and recent development perhaps.

Flash ahead, and I'm sitting in a classroom, debating about something. Don't know whether I won or lost, but it was a familiar topic, in my philosophy discussion class we were arguing. Raised some points I had in real life.

I woke up a short time later.