I had a lucid dream last night.
I dreamt about all these murderous teenagers. And then the people I was with and I started gathering weapons we’d find—they were all pretty historic. Like a rusty ax, and several hooked bars and lots of different grapples of different sizes to tear off people’s faces.
We were scared.
Then I said, “Don’t worry guys. This is a dream.” They said, “It is??” And I said, “Yes. Life isn’t as bad as this. And also I can never see what I’m wearing on dreams.”
And so it was.