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- Jan 10, 2022
Ahhhh, I remembered why I came to this thread.
Last month, I had a hilarious, semi-lucid dream. That day I had fallen into a doomscroll of Indian street food videos, and I had also gone to the farmers market that evening.
I dreamt that I opened a food truck for the farmers market. An authentic Indian food truck. I had a huge dish of brown slop that I would dip my hands into and fling on rice I scooped with my other hand. I had a whole platter of unrefrigerated fruit, covered in flies, and I was loudly harassing people to get some. This part was lucid, as I kept seeing how outrageous I could make the behavior of my dream-self.
The lucid part ended when the people at the market ran me off with torches and pitchforks.
Last month, I had a hilarious, semi-lucid dream. That day I had fallen into a doomscroll of Indian street food videos, and I had also gone to the farmers market that evening.
I dreamt that I opened a food truck for the farmers market. An authentic Indian food truck. I had a huge dish of brown slop that I would dip my hands into and fling on rice I scooped with my other hand. I had a whole platter of unrefrigerated fruit, covered in flies, and I was loudly harassing people to get some. This part was lucid, as I kept seeing how outrageous I could make the behavior of my dream-self.
The lucid part ended when the people at the market ran me off with torches and pitchforks.