8.17am
I practiced non-resistance.
I dreamed that I was with my wife, and we lived a very happy life together.
It was in this house, and it was our home.
Inside, the room looked like an old, abandoned building made of bricks—old-type bricks.
There were windowless windows, two or three of them.
I was floating around.
Suddenly, I remembered that this was such a long dream.
I moved around, clapping my hands.
In the background, I was humming—or hearing—the song Auld Lang Syne.
When I became lucid, I thought how amazing it was that this was such a long lucid dream, and that I could still maintain it without waking up.
I went to one of the open windows.
Outside, it was daytime.
I touched the window sill, clapping my hands the whole time.
And suddenly, the dream faded.


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