I can’t recall ever having done that, but it was the exact same release as when I cry while awake. And that is significant. ^_^

In it the world has been over run by a group of high powered mecha, a group of people employing Armored Cores. They maintain a prison for people, like myself, who are inclined to fight against their rule. They keep us in an maximum security… junk yard. The place stretches out in every direction for miles, and there are huge warehouses on the sides, atop which sit the mecha, many with appropriately sized sniper rifles. They constantly search for people building contraptions, which they then blow to pieces (and might even kill the people who built it).

Ours is a hopeless lot, until Doc Wall-E came to us. At least that is what I am naming him. He was just like normal Wall-E, except that he was infused with energy, and can levitate materials and build things like Doctor Manhattan! How he came upon these powers is beyond the scope of this narrative (I didn’t dream that part), but the important thing to know is that he doesn’t particularly care about our plight. He just needs to build mecha. From junk.

The problem is that as soon as he builds one it get destroyed. Becoming frustrated with this, Doc Wall-E begins to make a new kind of Armored Core, one which hides it energy signature, and won’t be spotted by the guards. He makes them look like the vehicles just laying around the junk yard: fire engines, sports cars, big rigs.

All us humans, we are starting to find them all around, and begin to piece together a plan to use them to get out of there, so we coordinate an offensive wherein we all activate our Cores at the same time, thus Transforming our pieces of art-junk into full mecha to fight for independence!

Needless to say, it was one of the best dreams, ever! To see Wall-E levitating engine block with his little two finger hands and infusing them with energy to comments of “whoooaaaa” is a unique observation, and fighting Armored Core while piloting Transformers in a post-apocalyptic junk-yard, well, that just blows my mind! ^_^

Tim posted an interesting idea about dreams being some kind of connection to other universes, or dimensions, or whatever. Anyhow, he noted the reading thing, and I thought about all the times I had heard as a child that we can’t read in our dreams because we read with the other side of our brain, opposed to the one in which we dream. Damn noun/verb words.

Just last night I recall reading a lot of text, and I retained when I woke up. I have done homework for design classes, political science, and Japanese in my dreams (and I was exhausted when I woke up).

I have never looked it up, not even before writing this post, so I am not sure what researchers who study sleep, brain activity, and dreams theorize about reading in dreams, but I know from my own experience that I can do it.

As for lucid dreaming, I habitually do that as well, maybe once every few months. However, unlike when I was a small child, they no longer persist. The realization is jarring, and I wake up.

Besides reading and lucidity, I also have one other feature about my dreams that I don’t hear from others very often: realism. My dreams are very realistic for the most part. Even when I dream of animated characters as “real” people it all makes a lot of sense, and I am able to recall the details in my dreams minus the emotional soup that comes with a lot of ethereal thought processes. That isn’t to say that I don’t have dreams where Robin Williams comes to let me use his spatula. Rather, most of my dreams are low budget video collages. ^_^