JonBingus

I feel like I dreamt for 20 hours last night.

I'll skip past all that right to the lucid bit.

I was at a super fancy restaurant where two famous actresses were about to eat. I sat myself and some friend with me right at their spot. They joined us, and slowly the table began to fill with all my friends and they were gone. I was talking to them when this weird purple filter came over my vision. I turned to talk to vic next to me, but when he responded our bodies didn't move, it was a conversation between our souls. I was astral projecting within a dream. I freaked out and snapped back in my body and explained to my friends what was possible, still thinking I was in reality. The restaurant had an open wall to the sidewalk, so I walked out to the road and lay down, wanting to show them a car drive right through me. However, I wasn't sure if I was projecting or in my real body so I chickened out and lay next to where the cars drove. This was a hyperrealistic moment, when an SUV passed me and all my survival instincts kicked in, I was hyper present for that moment and it felt like reality.

I went back to the table, and I guess I realized I was dreaming because I just assumed control. I changed the restaurant into a private jet by snapping my fingers. There were still some tables of people left over that were right in the aisle when I made the change, so I just shoved them out and dissapeared them as well. Now it was just my friends and me on the plane, and a weird gangster in the back. He looked like a young 50 cent and tried to make a sexual advance on me, then told me he would kill me. right in front of everyone.

"There are always guys like this in my dreams. I guess it's the part of my brain that I can't turn off that makes me think every girl in real life is hitting on me." Good self-diagnosis sleep-me. I send that character to the front of the plane and curse him to stay in that position.

We have a long chat on the plane when I suddenly get a text from this girl that I've been holding out on IRL, and my control snapped away. She started sending me pics of her in an orgy, covered in lovers, to get back at me for not replying to her texts and make me jealous. I felt such a weird betrayal , she just kept sending these pics one after another. Then my alarm went off.

I have a date with this girl today and my dreams have left me with some fucked images of her.... life is so strange.

My first dream was really cool. I went through a haunted house where there were little kids telling me my 401k would empty out over night and my taxes would go up by 10% without warning which was hilarious and cute.
When I got out, I was with a friend of mine who was a combination of a bunch of different guys. Outside, a storm struck. There was a sandbox with 2 foot high wooden walls nearby, so we jumped in. The storm was like a class 10 fury hurricane, you could not see more than 2 inches from your face because of the intensely thick mist caused by the rain and the 100mph wind. What an experience it was huddled in this little box, completely open to the elements with just a raincoat on. I survived no problem.

In dream #2, I was elected mayor, or maybe even prime minister I wasn't sure. I had become very popular in town for being the young cool guy running for office, and then a miraculous moment happened. North Korea elected to have peace talks, and they sent a young woman. And my nation sent me. We met in a glass building in the middle of a plaza downtown so everyone could watch. So what did I do? Show up with a giant fuzzy red hat on, and requested to her privately that she wore a hat that made you look like a squirrel. Wen we sat down, we traded fuzzy hats, and the world went mad. Instant overnight celebrity. I was elected leader of the nation, and suddenly was dealing with the parties. Of course I started working directly with the hard left party, circumventing how shittily run and hopelessly clueless they are and just enacting the policies that made sense. And then I woke up.