I THINK I may have met a dream guide (non lucid), or simply a quirky character.

He was standing on a street corner underneath a lamp post where the sidewalk and streets were all cobblestone. He wore a rain coat of sorts and besides that I couldnt really see his face or remember it, but he was telling a story of a dream of his, which was about Jesus.

He spoke like a stand up comedian, or a teacher. His dream, that he was talking about went like this, starting off with advice: "Dont write down any dreams about Jesus unless you get permission. One time I had a dream and I had no idea it was Jesus, I was in a single room office (or something) and my head was too big to get into the door, and it was hitting the pipes, but he told me his name was James Charleston (can't exactly remember the name but the initials were indeed JC). I felt like were were just in this room with the thinnest barrier from the outside world in the middle of the dessert. and I was looking all around the room for dream signs, at the table and floor and walls, but I didn't notice a woman holding a child, and when i realized what I saw and who they were I realized 'Holy shit!' I'm dreaming"

and then thats when I woke up. With HIS telling of the story that he was dreaming and NOT MY realization.

Possible Dream Guide?

Also I'd be happy to answer any questions for further investigation or such.