So, I woke up from one of my 5 hour naps and had one of the most confusing dream related experiences ever. EVER.
It was a somewhat standard LD up to that point. I was running around, happy with my Godlike powers and went to some old-looking house across the street. There I saw an old man, which I ignored and opened a door thinking of, well, getting laid.
And then I saw me. Me, myself, ego, mois, mich etc. Never has anything like this happened to me neither did I want it to. Freaked out as I may have been, I calmed down quickly and sat down on a sofa with me (let's call the other me Bob from now on for clarity's sake). So, thinking that Bob was actually my subconscience or dream guide or something else so I asked Bob a question.

So he told me I'd die by the end of the month from some virus whose name he generously spelled out for me as I froze deeper and deeper in terror. Egg-something.
I phased out thinking of all the things I wanted to do and how small the time frame for them was. I was afraid. And I don't get startled over nothing. So I panicked and I started to yell "What the hell would I want to ask you anyways? I already know I won't be with her!" (yeah...) Bob smiled. I do hope that means I was wrong.
Quickly regaining my composure while my dream started to fall apart I started to rub my hands together furiously and stabilized the dream (relatively). So I asked him "Uh... so, that time dilation stuff. How do I stay in my dream longer?" He simply replied with "You don't." and smiled again.
At that point I had a false awakening when I told what happened to me to my family while eating really good food. Nobody cared.

Ten minutes later I had another LD where I went back to that room, but Bob was nowhere to be found. Then I no longer had any desire to do... well, anything, and woke up.

In conclusion, from Bob's demeanor during our short conversation I concluded that I'm a douche. And that I really, and I mean really don't want to die.


Now how about you wizards tell me wtf just happened there?