Nerefa

The world was an interactive painting! My mom appeared (she loves painting) and we started painting reality together. I reached out and smeared the mountains into the sky, then started digging out globs of paint from the sky. It peeled away and changed colors, having endlessly deep layers of different colored realities/paint underneathe.

I decided to show my mom something, but as I moved in front of her, her arm broke.

If i was nonlucid or this was waking life, I would have been horrified, apologized, rushed her to a doctor, etc. but knowing this was a dream, I was more concerned about the implications of this shift in tone.

It being a dream, I chose that reality of dream mom breaking her arm because of my actions… We were having a great time, then something in me decided to change the dream scene to this. Of all things. Wallowing in distress and guilt for injuring her.

Nope.

Not wanting to let myself be emotionally manipulated by my own dream, I apologized and walked away, deciding to disengage before the scene could devolve further into the inevitable.

Then a scam text woke me up.