Continued dreaming...
Yes, this is a follow-up of the previous dream because after I awoke from my dead guy sex dream, I had another, different one. Also, I think, lucid. I seemed to be making a lot of decisions in it.
Except I wasn't me. I was Victor, a character in a potential webcomic series I've been writing for several years now. I was fully aware of the previous dream and knew I was still dreaming and that I wasn't quite myself. Victor has been in a long-term friends with benefits relationship with a constant look out for any potential "true romance" opportunities. Myself and a random woman named Jane were caught in a riot and fleeing the police who thought we were involved.
I set about trying to find a place for us to sleep, which involved sneaking into a building and poking around its basement for a secure, deserted room where we wouldn't be found easily and could sneak back out into society the next morning without suspicion.
I was talking about various women who have caught my eye and Jane asked about my FwB lady and whether I had special feelings for her. I smiled a little secretively and said, "Sure. In my own way. I'm always looking for the right girl...but here's a question for you. Maybe you've got someone in your life, maybe you don't. But who are you thinking of in the darkness when you're alone in your bed with no other sounds but you?"
I (as Victor) don't wait for an answer, just smile knowingly and keep moving.
...does anyone else find it odd to dream that you are one of the characters you have created? And to have that character speak in a profound way that you have never written them before?
It's fucking weird. I feel like he was trying to impart a lesson TO me THROUGH me...which I guess is just a metaphor for "he IS me."
PS: Been playing Sims Medieval. It's got a few glitches that need patching, but it's pretty addicting. Thoroughly enjoying it, most likely to the annoyance of my family.
Except I wasn't me. I was Victor, a character in a potential webcomic series I've been writing for several years now. I was fully aware of the previous dream and knew I was still dreaming and that I wasn't quite myself. Victor has been in a long-term friends with benefits relationship with a constant look out for any potential "true romance" opportunities. Myself and a random woman named Jane were caught in a riot and fleeing the police who thought we were involved.
I set about trying to find a place for us to sleep, which involved sneaking into a building and poking around its basement for a secure, deserted room where we wouldn't be found easily and could sneak back out into society the next morning without suspicion.
I was talking about various women who have caught my eye and Jane asked about my FwB lady and whether I had special feelings for her. I smiled a little secretively and said, "Sure. In my own way. I'm always looking for the right girl...but here's a question for you. Maybe you've got someone in your life, maybe you don't. But who are you thinking of in the darkness when you're alone in your bed with no other sounds but you?"
I (as Victor) don't wait for an answer, just smile knowingly and keep moving.
...does anyone else find it odd to dream that you are one of the characters you have created? And to have that character speak in a profound way that you have never written them before?
It's fucking weird. I feel like he was trying to impart a lesson TO me THROUGH me...which I guess is just a metaphor for "he IS me."
PS: Been playing Sims Medieval. It's got a few glitches that need patching, but it's pretty addicting. Thoroughly enjoying it, most likely to the annoyance of my family.