Dream of insecurity, time manipulation, and other weird stuff.

My best friend and I were sitting on some steps in a place I never seen before and I remember having on leather gloves that were missing the finger part. I remember thinking how badass I felt and looked and said to my friend, "Don't I look cool?" He said, "You look like you're about to fight someone." Then I was singing one of my songs to him, and the words came out perfect. They were identical to the actual song word for word, which is weird for my dreams to recite anything from real life. They go, "I don't do what I've been told, crawling down that some old road. Everything is painted gold, then I realize I'm alone. If you want to rescue me, step right up and you will see. I am not your property, I am not you prodigy." And right when I said the world prodigy I messed the note up. He just said, "Yup." Unimpressed. Then I said, "Idk, its like halfway through the song I started to think is this even real? It was like I left my body and was watching us both from a 3rd person view." Then we started to walk to the next dream. Its not odd for my dreams to be on a linear path that lead to one another, only they normally don't make sense or remember one another.

We eventually made it to a building, and inside was full of people. Some I knew, some I didn't, and some that were just the background similar to real life. I was sitting by a window and a girl I knew from school sat down close to me. She was really mean to people back in school. I remember her telling me how awful I looked a few times. That was being nice compared to when she'd say "Why don't you go kill/cut yourself?" I would just call her flat chested. She wasn't being really mean in the dream though. She asked, "What color are your eyes? For some reason I said, "Blue." Then she said, "No they're not, they're brown like mine. I always hated my brown eyes and wish they were blue." I find this weird because though I was dreaming I was thinking to myself that even the most mean and conceded still have insecurities and still eat themselves alive, some just inhale it while other exhale. Then things get really weird. A huge screen on the other side of the room came on and it was just a flat chested woman touching the arm of a man playing slowly playing with her nipples. I remember hearing the screen say "Now who wants to wear her shirt?" Then my best friend stood up in the middle of the room, pointed at me then said "He will." Things take an even weirder turn when I pull out a small book then time slowly comes to a halt. For some reason I just know I had this ability to manipulate time, and I can write the point in history down then teleport back to it if I make the wrong decision. I remember looking around and everything was motionless. Everything except a man in the background.

I yelled, "Hey! Why are you not frozen?" He said nothing. I then moved closer and noticed he was packing up some type of equipment. I said, "Cant you hear me?" He looked up at me and said, "Well, have you made you decision?" I then looked down and I was holding a shirt, but if wasn't a women's shirt but a mans polo shirt with white and pink stripes. Something one of those rich popular boys would have worn. I looked up at him and said, "What do I look like, your time traveling circus freak?" Such a strange thing to say. I remember then feeling a deep dark emotion of sadness from thinking I've come all this way living up to my own status and tried so hard just to be me to go back on it all. The man then laughed and said "The decision you make doesn't really matter because none of it is real. I said, "What? How can you tell me this isn't real? I can see, think and feel," I then looked at my hands and said "I preserve reality and know this is real." The man just said, "Nothing is reality." Then I start thinking deep within my own dream and it blows my mind to think my subconscious had its own conscious.. I remember giving myself cold chills like when you figure out the chilling plot of a movie or hear a beautiful song as I said, "So you mean I'm actually in a coma like state and this, all of this isn't actually real? Then what is real? If this truly isn't real, was anything a reality in the fist place?" Then the man looked at his watch and said "Well, times up." And he froze, I froze, and it was like a camera zoomed out and I took the 3rd person view which is how most dreams look. I remember thinking how it would have made a good book if it had more humor and less sadness. Then I woke up. So now I'm kind of like well damn. Is this real like? What is real like? Why do all these objects around me define what real life is?