And for the past few days I've been working on the Lucid Dreaming.
When I remember, perhaps 20 or 30 times per day, I look about and ask myself if I'm awake or if I'm dreaming.
I know the answer, of course, but it's the exercise, and sometimes, depending on the conversation, it can be hard to tell. If I'm talking to the Nephew or G or Z or sometimes M or the Owner I find myself tapping my wrist, "Awake or Asleep?", just to be sure. An extra anchor.
Somehow I've *mostly(?) managed to banish restaurant dreams from my sleep, that's good, I hate restaurant dreams, there's no one in the world who hates their job more than I. A variety of dreams, most forgotten, I take the forgetting of them to mean they weren't of the caliber to be remembered, the forgetting is the natural selection, the evolution of dreams.
This is not necessarily true. The forgetting is merely the slow awakening, the ill-jotted down notes or mislaid pen, the lack of immediate (and apparent) sense to the dream, the uncomfortably personal nature of it.
But no - or few - restaurant dreams, that's good. Although the characters from the restaurant show up, and that isn't good, but it's a reminder of how narrow my world is there. The Lucidity will come, with practice, or variations in technique, it's good enough (as far as I can remember) to be somewhat rid of the restaurant those 8 hours a day I'm not there.