I had my phone in a dream… Sort of.
It’s an unusual aspect of my dreams that I don’t seem to ever have a working modern cell phone. They are either out of power, or an older phone without contacts or some other obsticle. This evening, while hiking down the side of a hill I happened to see a phone on the ground, identical… Read More »

I had my phone in a dream… Sort of.

It’s an unusual aspect of my dreams that I don’t seem to ever have a working modern cell phone. They are either out of power, or an older phone without contacts or some other obsticle.

This evening, while hiking down the side of a hill I happened to see a phone on the ground, identical to my current Samsung S9 plus and by an unbelievable coincidence, equipped with the same battery case I have.

I turned it on, and it had no password so I considered myself quite lucky, put it on my pocket, and carried on with my dream.

In real life I would not have kept it, but in this dream, I didn’t think twice.

Quite a bit later in the dream, somebody remembered about the GPS ability to track the phone, and just as I was turning it off, the original owners cam into the store and tracked us down.

Neat.

Apart from this, it was a very elaborate plot driven dream, but this new twist was the most memorable. It seems I can use a modern cellphone in dreams, as long as it’s somebody else’s dream.

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