I was out with people. It was a newer apartment, there were women and friends and I was having a good time. Of course it was a dream because I was having a good time. What I remember most about the dream though was that I cared about wanting people to like me. The existence of my usual cynical and dreary thoughts did not exist. I viewed people as happiness vaults that I could potentially unlock if I was funny or nice enough, and that was my main objective.
They say when a guy is having a lucid dream he will either want to fly or have sex. A while ago I amazingly realized I was dreaming and this was happening while I was running in the dream. As I was running I thought about what I should do and the 2 things that came to mind were flying or sex. I thought about sex but I couldn’t decide who to have sex with so I figured that I would just fly since I was already running anyway. God really doesn’t want me to reproduce.
It seems sad if happiness only exists in dreams because only in dreams are you someone that is not you. Most of the time they are too unrealistic to be given much thought. I wasn’t flying or catching tigers by their tails. I was sitting around having boring conversations while watching small bits of drama unfold. Perhaps such scenarios in my present life are as realistic as Superman dreams for others. What made this dream so realistic was that the women weren’t even that good looking.
I woke up this morning from that dream of normal life and thought, “whoa, that was crazy.”