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Recently I've begun having episodes of lucid dreaming, which I haven't had since I was a kid, when my dreamlife was active, deep, full color recurring adventure dreams and I always knew I was dreaming, and had control over what I did and how I reacted. 
 
The recent lucid dreaming came with the appearance of my much-beloved cat Aristotle in my dreams. He died last May and it wasn't until late November that he began to appear in my dreams. Now, when he does, I know I'm dreaming--possibly because I'm so conscious of the fact that he's no longer with me physically in the waking world? I don't know. But I immediately know I'm dreaming and I'm so glad to see him, and I know and can feel how glad he is to see me, and there is mutual love and snuggle and I'm thankful, while knowing it's a dream. Really my sweet kitty's spirit? Just my brain being awesome? Doesn't matter. It's lovely and swell.

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