I had a lucid dream this morning where I was in a fight. I woke up with bruises and scratches exactly like a fist fight. It’s been about an hour and I took a shower and they are still here. They hurt less than they look.
I spent all yesterday as a lazy Sunday and didn’t do anything that might produce these injuries.
Im kinda freaked out. I’ve been meditating a lot after a very bad depressive episode. I have chronic depression. My gut says my body is telling me it’s time to fight, something hard but necessary when dealing w depression.
I found this after googling to try to make sense of it. I’m an engineer by training and skeptical of far fetched stories. Figured I’d share and see your thoughts?
