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Do you ever have this problem:

Someone needs an item, and you're like "Hey, I've got one of those that you can borrow", but then you realize that it's an item that you only have in your dreamworld, and so it's off in a parallel dimension somewhere where you can't get it.

I usually have a camera with me in my dreams, so that I can take pictures of cool looking stuff to show other people. But then when I wake up, I've accidentally left my camera, with all of the cool photos, in an alternative reality.

There was one time when I was reading LiveJournal in my dream, and I could see all of the posts that the other version of me had written. This was back when I didn't know what to write about, so I was thinking that this was great, because I could just copy the journal posts my other self had written into this journal. (Unfortunately I had forgotten most of them after I had woken up .)

Someone turned up the volume of my dreams in the last month; Also, I'm in Portland, OR right now.

Comments

[hasufin.livejournal.com]

On the camera issue, you obviously need a cameraphone.


But, beyond that mundane matter...

Somewhat. Not so often items, but as another poster mentioned, skills. I've learned some interesting thigns in my dreams, and it frustrates me to know end that these same principles don't work IRL.... I mean, it was bloody HARD to learn to levitate, thank you, and for that level of effort I should be able to use it.


I've also had one or two dreams that were so vivid, and which matched up with reality so well, I wasn't sure if they'd actually happened or not. Once I dreamt I had mouthed off to an exec at work - an exec who needed to be taken down a peg or ten - and gotten fired as a result. I almost ended up calling in to work to find out if I was still employed or not.

[quasilemur.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. Back in high school, I would have extremely vivid, life-like dreams...about tedious schoolwork. I'd sometimes neglect to turn in assignments since I'd already done them in my dreams.

[hasufin.livejournal.com]

In my case, it was wishful thinking. I didn't merely hate that job. I loathed it with every pore of my being; I was actively working to hurt the company and employing every underhanded trick I could come up with to degrade morale. I am "proud" to say I was massively successful....

But still hella weird. My brain came up with a perfectly plausible scenario in which I'd get fired, and managed to make it that convincing.