485-LD: Angry no printing paper

 

8.31 am

I was staying at Racheal's family house, and we were selling something. I was walking up the stairs. I needed to print some documentation as part of the sale, but there was no printing paper. We looked everywhere — all we had was recycled paper.

I got angry because when I wanted to buy paper earlier, Wai Peng said no need. She was also there. She was already about to go out to complete the sale. Then I said, “I’ll go and buy the printing paper.”

I grabbed some of the recycled paper in my right hand and walked upstairs, looking for a way out to go buy it. Kenny was there too, and he knew I was angry.

I was thinking, if Racheal kicks us out of this house, we could go stay somewhere else. We’ve got a lot of money — we could rent a comfortable house.

I kept walking up the staircase, but I kept arriving at one wooden door after another wooden door. I suddenly realized this was a lucid dream, and I became lucid.

Somehow, I walked out of the building. There was grass everywhere. It was open and daytime.

I thought, Okay, just forget about the printing paper. Just let it go. I felt full lucidity. I tried to get out of the dream — I wished and wished to wake up, but I couldn’t. This was the first time I experienced something like this.

I started exploring, and there was a grass patch where I was standing. In front of me was a tar road, like a parking lot. I went down onto the grass, touched it, and felt it. It was so real. I rubbed my palms on the green grass and felt every blade.

Then I stepped over the grass patch onto the tar road and started walking. I challenged myself to wake up, but I still couldn’t. I kept walking, and everything felt very realistic.

I was so surprised — I could do anything I wanted and still not wake up from this lucid dream. I walked to one corner where there was a building with a covered area.

There was a Chinese man and another Chinese man beside him. He spoke to me — was it in Mandarin? Cantonese? Hokkien? He asked me something I understood, but I pretended not to understand Chinese and said, “Can you speak English?”

He consulted with his wife, I think, on how to translate. While I was focusing on him, the dream ended.