I took a nap and had a strange dream.
No matter how far it drifted from reality, everything within it felt natural.
Questioning it was difficult.
There was a time when I practiced lucid dreaming.
I could recognize, deliberately, that I was inside a dream.
That rarely happens now.
I am carried along by the logic of it.
Instead, there are moments when this reality feels like a lucid dream.
When I notice how “common sense” and what is taken for granted shape my actions, it resembles the structure of a dream.
Anxiety and urgency appear convincing.
Yet their edges seem faint.
That aside, the endoscopy the other day was genuinely unbearable.