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I have a mundane dream about life...
However, my dream is repetitively haunted by people asking me what 1% of 5 is. I cannot answer.

Insomnia kicked my ass over the last couple of days. Didn't get any sleep beside a couple of catnaps, so went I finally colapsed this morning I felt face down into a very mundane dream.

I'm going to a seminar with somes friends. We get in a gigantic amphitheater, big as a concert room, and with the same kind of light. The bench are narrow and inconfortable, as are the table. I get caught in the crowd and my friends get in first and sit at the back, next to the door. By the time I manage to get in, the place on the bench they kept for me is occupied. I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed, and go sit elswhere. I find myself seated next to a older gentleman with gray hair and a very mobile face, and we start talking about a videogame, and its use of physics. It's a videogame in which the player controls a boy the size of a mice, using leaf and insects as mean of transportation through his garden. It's very cute and cell-shaded, but the man talking with me complain that the controls are very slippery and unforgiving.

Colour Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes
Dream Sign Key: Inner Awareness( i ), Action ( a ), Form ( f ), Context ( c )

So, I had a nap today with the intention of WILDing. It didn't work, but I did recall the dream I had.

There is a microwave in the lounge next to the TV ( c ). The light is switched off and it's really dark as though it's night. My mum was sitting on the arm of the 2 seater sofa and my dad was sat on the 3 seater sofa. I was sitting on the 2 seater sofa next to my mum.

My mum got up and walked to the microwave. She turned to me and said I should try a microwave jelly sandwich ( c ). I said it didn't sound like something I wanted to eat, but she insisted.

I understood jelly to mean jam in this instance. American culture seems to be seeping in to my dreams more of late. American jelly is British jam. British jelly is American jell-o / gelatin dessert.

Next thing I know I'm leaving the room. I'm right back there with no pants on, just a pair of black boxer shorts ( f ). I went to the microwave -- my mum had returned to the arm of the 2 seater sofa -- and there was a plate with a bagel that had been sliced and spread with jelly. It made more sense to me now because I had been expecting sliced bread, which would just go really floppy in the microwave ( i ).

Underneath the plate there was a yellow laminated card with cooking instructions for this jelly sandwich ( c ). My mum just told me to select the microwave's jelly sandwich setting as it would be faster than reading the instructions. The microwave had an overly complex menu system with a touch screen and drop down menus ( f ). There seemed to be hundred or even thousands of pre-programmed settings. Finally I found the jelly sandwich setting, placed it in, and set it ( f ).

I find it interesting how vivid the image of the menu system is in my mind. I remember quite clearly the design and layout. It also worked really well, which I thought electronics weren't supposed to in dreams.

My brother walked in sat on the other arm of the 2 seater sofa. I walked over to sit back down and wait and told him that he can't sit in my seat. He said he wasn't going to. He sees what I've got in the microwave and says that he thinks it will be horrible, but my mum says he's wrong.

I return to the microwave and get the jelly bagle out and eat it. I tell my brother that he's wrong and it's really nice.

I don't know what all the fuss was about in my dream over such a seemingly mundane piece of food.

Returning to the sofa, I curl up and feel cold because I have no pants on.

Next thing I know it's light in the room and my brother is gone ( f ). Finally, my dad speaks after sitting there for ages and says that he quite fancies some cake. I imagine some kind of current cake and then I wake.

Yet more mundane food? Odd. Maybe I was just hungry.