Last night, my friend Christian and I decided to attempt dream sharing again. I told a story here a while back about how Christian and I tried to dream share and go to a mansion we had both described from our dreams (I don't believe in dream sharing, but this stuff is fun. Stay with me.). He said it was a recurring dreamscape of his and that it was the mansion in the Hamptons he was going to live in when he finally makes enough money as a writer. That night, he didn't make it there, but I made it to his house, just not the one in his future in the Hamptons. It instead was a fictitious house where Casey lived. Casey was a married woman who later divorced her husband and a while after that went out with Christian and lived with him for a year. So, in my attempt to go to Christian's future house, I went to the house of somebody Christian ended up living with, with no knowledge that their relationship was even a possiblity.

Well, this morning in my sleep, I did my most dependable dream check, flying. It worked, so I became lucid. Instead of making it to a bar in Miami where I was supposed to meet Christian, I ended up at another fictitious Casey house. Christian now hates Casey, who is married to a jackass who beats her. Christian was not there, just like he wasn't last time. When I got to Casey's house, she was living with a man who didn't like me (which her husband doesn't because he has severe insecurity issues and no conscience), except it was not her husband in the waking world. It was a name I had heard many times before but the name of somebody whose identity I had no idea of. (I can't remember the name, but it was very familiar when I heard it.) Then I met the man. He looked familiar, and he was a real prick. I kept trying to place his face. Then he reminded me of who he was by making his beard disappear. That is when I realized that he was the antichrist. This character communicated to me that he was the antichrist without talking to me about it or even giving me a look. It was like he used some type of telepathy. Then a bunch of other crazy stuff happened, and it had nothing to do with anything. I think I must have been preparing to destroy the antichrist without thinking about it directly. Then I got some bottled water, and it was holy water. I knew that the antichrist was on a small raft in Pelahatchie Bay, a bay in the Ross Barnett Reservoir by Jackson. That is where Casey's house was in the dream. I floated in the air past the antichrist, who had telepathically challenged me to try to kill him, which I had been planning on doing any way. Fortunately, God telepathically told me that he was with me and that he was going to kill the antichrist through me. I floated very quickly right by the antichrist and threw the holy water at him, knowing that God would make the water hit him no matter what. The antichrist emitted a force that made the water lose momentum and move somewhat outward, but I knew that God would make it hit him any way, and he did. The water broke up into much tinier drops, which sped up and hit the antichrist, killing him.

I believed for a moment that I had killed the antichrist, but then I woke up and remembered that I am an atheist. I believed it was all happening in the dream, even though it was lucid. As I have said before, when I have lucid dreams, I can never really remember what my waking life is like. That is why in this dream, as in all of my lucids, I was very curious to wake up and find out what life I am living.