And so, it was one of the rare occasions where I had the opportunity to attempt to dream lucidly. Unlike normal, I didn't see any pictures in my dream, except for a few brief thoughts about eating a hamburger from Wendy's in my fridge. No, this dream was strictly audio: Amazing classical music... that I'd never heard before, though it combined styles and techniques of classical music I had heard before. I've had this experience a bunch of times before, where melodies or even entire songs will pop into my head, which is why I see such creativity as a visitation or possession by some kind of spirit, with no other way to really explain it. Even if inaccurate, it's a useful enough analogy for the experience.
Anyway, the music played on and on, and it was amazing. I tried to study it, what instruments were playing, the melody, etc., so that I could get something very basic I could use to put together when I was awake, as a fuel for creativity when actually making music physically. Then my dog suddenly leaped up out of bed, waking me up, and I could not longer remember even a single portion of the song!
When I woke up, I was really hungry. I went downstairs and asked my mom what food we had. She had we had... a Wendy's hamburger in the fridge! She got it yesterday for herself, didn't tell me, and hid it in the bottom of the fridge, so I didn't know about it.
Am I psychic?
I've had more than a few experiences like this in the past. Although psychic ability in Buddhism is said to be reserved for those with high meditative attainments, reaching some really high jhana -- despite that, the saying seems to hold true: "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then."The night before, I dreamt that I was the adopted child of a Chinese family, and I wasn't comfortable with the fact that I looked so different from my family.