I was thinking about how I dream, and how I see things. Then I realized something. It goes along the lines of, "if a tree falls in the forest, and theres is no one to hear it, then does it make a sound?"
Some people say that it does make a sound, and others say that it doesn't, and I say I don't care. What does this have to do with dreams you say? It has everything to do with them.
Although I haven't had an LD experience yet, but, from what I have been reading it sound as if this makes sense. When you look at your watch or some writing twice to see if it had changed, or if places, people, events keep changing then this might be the reason.
OK here goes my thought on this. If you were dreaming then two things are happening:
1. You are seeing things with your imagination.
2. You know things without seeing them.
When I am in room I only see certain thing in the room; I see only what is in front of me. I only see what I am focused on. It would not make sense to sak, "what's behind me?" Because there is nothing there, and I don't care. I am not focused on it. I am just seeing what I am currently focused on.
The other thing is that somethings I don't get to see, but I get to know. I know I am in a room, or that the person I am talking to is dead. I don't have to see the room, and I would have never talked to that person before. I just know.
The world around us is held together by the laws of physics, but dream worlds are held by our imaginations. Combine that with the idea that what we don't see doesn't exist. It does not exist in our imaginations yet nor are there any laws that hold them togther, therefore, the next time we try to look at a watch then it should change if our imagination chooses to change it (I don't even think it's a choice, I think we are inherntly fallible, and we can't hold our thoughts together quite well). The places also change because the fabric of thier existance is held together by the thin threads of our imagination. Once we don't think about them they are not there anymore. Then we have to recreate them again.
moe.
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