Depth08

WE WERE HANGING OUT IN PARIS

Don't know exactly which district, can't remember clearly and the dream wasn't that vivd either. It felt like back at school, when we used to make a trip. We were suddenly forced together with a group of French scholars. We had to go downstairs in a building. A spiral staircase, only it was very confined, nearly no space.

Me and a few friends were wise enough to climb down the middle of it. It was extremely deep so I waited before climbing until we were nearly downstairs. When we finally reached the basement, it turned out to be an underground party, like a club only just a little more staged. We had fun, and my friends were there too.

When it was over and we returned - I vaguely remember which way we went but I recall saying "champs-Élyssées", so it must have looked like that - I noticed my mobile phone was gone. I was completely struck with sadness to losing my smartphone. I could buy a new one no problem, but I couldn't help but be sad, like being attached to it, with losing the numbers and all. I remember crying, yes crying. I was really sad, like somebody had died. Funny thing is, I remember calling my own number, with my own phone . I should have gone lucid there but it was to faint.

When I woke up I instantly realized it all, and was very relieved to know my phone was laying next to me. I don't like being materialistic. But it seems a deeper part of me is still very much into this world. These days I feel like you need to live on an Island to reshape and purify one's consciousness.

I haven't been actively lucid for a year now, I figured it was because I'm not busy with it. That's why I'm posting another entry here just to keep it going. Doing reality checks often is also something I try now and then.