None of us are awake, sorry. There are too many tells. Usually when you have a lucid dream, you realize you are dreaming because something stands out as far too illogical. The ‘real’ world has too many of the same tells scattered everywhere.
The setting is just silly. There’s a giant sphere in the sky with a face on it which never turns round and occasionally eclipses the sun because its coincidentally the same size.
If you float a needle on a leaf in a cup of water or whip out a compass, you will always find it points in the same direction, even on the furthest reaches of the Southern Hemisphere. It’s almost like a message saying ‘exit this way,’ yet no one ever starts walking.
Then you have time. Clocks have 12 hours because the 24-hour day is a throwback to when the Babylonians used a hexadecimal mathematical model to explain the universe. The highest number was six. There was no zero. Every day had 24 hours, every month 30-days, every year, 360 days in total. The same math is replicated in every thing around us, basically screaming design/artificiality. All that scuppers that is the fact that someone one day decided to add another 5 days and a quarter to the system, without really explaining why.
Of course, no no one thinks about the obvious tells because there is literally always a theater going on in the background. Politics, wacky science, strange social arguments, financial sillyness. Once you extract yourself from it though, you see that people for the most part are completely unaware of anything around them.
I live by the sea. Everyone can tell me why x country should go to war with x country, how long it takes to get to the moon, and what they just read about quantum string theory on the screen in their hand. No one, though, can tell me why the sea is salty or how the tide works.
I’ve came to the logical conclusion that reality is nothing more than a dream. Other inhabitants are either also dreaming or the equivalent of chatbots.
I see dreams as more of a play area. A bit like recess at school. You are in a pocket of a different reality, however, you can never go further than the edge of the school yard. The people in them are for the most part just constructs you create. However, there are things in the reality we live in and the next, which can cross the boundaries of the schoolyard whenever they like.
The most well-known manifestation of these things are shadow people / djin. When they enter your dreams, they can take on the appearance of anyone or thing and communicate directly with you. In this case, they are real. However, they’re not good things to have around and that’s a whole other topic.
I wouldn’t see her again. I felt quite intensely emotional after I had that dream (which was like 2008-ish). However, now it would be wierd. As for staying in a dream world, no. If you had that choice, what’s to say that you wouldn’t make the move, but then forget (like you did here) and just start living another dreary hum-drum life, despite the wacky surrounds?
I and Chico are equals, regardless of the reality. It’s also our anniversary today!
I like to think that I am as awake as it is possible to be under the present circumstaces.