Raipat

I leave the house, it is night. Without any reason I look at my hands, they look very funny. Is this a dream? Yes! I quickly walk through the urban nightscape and repeat my hand RCs. They are very funny, every time there is something different (bigger, more fingers, less fingers, colors). I wonder why. I can "make" my hands look pretty normal, though if I want to. After having that explored enough, I decide to finish some goals. I want to meet somebody, so I walk toward the neighborhood where that person lives. Then midway I change my mind and want to go for the dinner. In front of me there is a block of houses. I run towards it with the intention to pass through it, expecting a shopping mall with a nice sushi restaurant in it. It works! The feeling running through that walls is strange, like running into a hedgerow: it scratches and tickles (in fact, in Germany there is stupid fun sport called "Hecking" where people do right that!). In the mall I quickly find my sushi place. Seems the dream pulled details from three different WL sushi places I go to regularly and blended them together into something new. There are some people around. While I take a seat, F. immediately involves me into a philophical discussion about online marketing in a post-truth media world. I have trouble following his weird ideas. Well, but the salmon nigiris are awesome. Like in waking life, fatty, tasty, just as they have to be. While eating a lot of sashimi, I lose lucidity and continue to engage in chatter about whatever with my dreamed colleagues.

I awaken myself after some hours of sleep at 5:30 a.m. Eager to break my dry spell of the last days I take a low dose of a nice AchE and go back to bed. A quick WILD attempt brings me into a huge building that looks a much like the famous opera house Colon in Buenos Aires. I walk through the aisle and look for a quiet side room to have the dinner I planned for. Quickly I lose lucidity and the dream, followed by a time of blackness and deep sleep. The AchE did not yet kick in, yet.

Then in a new dream that suddenly started I meet Mona, a girl I was pen pal with in younger years. I recognize her immeditately despite we never met in waking life. She changed her last name to the German word for "leaseholder", probably because she got married. I notice that strange bit and do a reality check (floating), it works and I lift up a little over the floor. Yes! I am Dreaming! We continued to chat and I asked myself if I should awake myself and record the dream, google that strange name. I use a mnemonic trick to remember and continue the dream, losing lucidity later on.
Just to find myself (FA) at my parents place earlier in time. I'm in the kitchen and notice that this must be a very important moment in their timeline. Several reality tests fail, telling me this is real life. But I'm quite sure to be (still) dreaming, and finally the good old push-my-hand-through-solid-stuff works. Now that I'm confirmed fully lucid, I dissolve my dream body, I am no longer phyically there, just an observer. On the table there lies a newspaper, the Süddeutsche Zeitung from August of the year 1985. I listen to my parents talking to each other in another room. When they enter the kitchen, I awaken.