JonBingus

I was in an Italian town of sorts, and the world was against me. I had no money, and to join the film union that was supplying the town economy I needed a good reputation. A friend got me a job prepping the craft services tent. I was there prepping food when I realized I had to wash my hands. I left to do so and never returned, as I become trapped by a terroist situation that left me waiting it out in my room. I found out all the guys who left when I did were blacklisted for walking off set, but I was still fine for some reason.

At one point I decided to leave my house, and I started to fly up, when suddenly,

"This is a lucid dream, and I'm flying."

I try to struggle to enjoy it, which always has the opposite effect, and instead everything goes black and I lose the dream. I must look this up.