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I didn’t have a lucid dream last night, so I’ll describe one that happened July 14, 2014 - dream journal entry. This lucid dream had an interesting twist after I woke up and described it to my wife.

I entered this dream, lucid, and I kept it a secret. My wife and I were sitting in courtyard style café, with a stone patio, and old brick buildings surrounding us. The table was a marble topped, a petite antique, with a metal frames chairs to match. The sky was blue with scattered clouds. My wife was sipping her tea and we weren’t talking, because we were just taking in the view and enjoying the ambiance. It really was a beautiful place, perfect for a lucid dream. There was nobody else in the café, except for one young girl, who was sitting off to the side, and was she watching us very closely. She was very pretty, and had long curly brown hair. I did not recognize her. I said to my wife, “Let’s go talk to that girl!” Both my wife and the young girl had real looking eyes that were full of life and expression. I often find that dream characters either have eyes that appear to be painted on, or they look absolutely real, right down to the blood vessels and dilating pupils. The dream characters with ‘real eyes’ need special attention. My wife said, “Okay!”, so we got up and walked over to the young girl. As I neared the girl, I felt that maybe she was my daughter, I could feel the love, so I said, “Sandwich hug!” We then sandwich hugged the little girl and she smiled ear to ear. The girl looked at my wife and said, “You have so much empathy for human beings.” I then woke up and recorded the lucid dream in my journal. I had no idea what empathy meant.

The next morning I went to my wife and told her my dream. She had shocked look on her face. I then asked my wife what empathy meant. I jokingly said, “My gas tank is empathy.” She didn’t laugh. My wife then explained empathy means you’re able to put yourself into someone else’s position and really feel what they’re feeling. I said, “How could I even dream about this word when I don’t know what it means?” My wife then explained her shocked look. She said the night before she was talking to her mom, who had passed away 12 years earlier, hoping she was listening. My wife was asking her mom why she had so much empathy for her elderly aunt, for whom she was taking such good care of.