JonBingus

That was the basis for the entire dream, and that will continue to be it, as I am now going to bed. It is 2 AM.

Luckily the rest of my dream was about a different universally hated leader, Napoleon. Simon and I were at the location of his death on the bettlefield. We watched him be slain, and I tended to his wounds for a moment before Galen took him over. This Galen was so much more realistic than most of my dream characters ever are. He had these beautiful rants and his handshake was calloused. At one point long after the battle we were sitting on chairs in the night, looking up at the stars. They were extremely beautiful, being a figment of my dream, and I think if I was still reality checking on views I could have gone lucid. The end of this dream was pretty great. I was on a dance floor with Simon and Galen, and I had time travelled us back to the 80s. Everyone was doing the robot and I started dancing all loose like drake. The 80s people stared at me in disgust, but I just kept leaning back further and further. It was extremely fun to do, and I got into a way impossible limbo and kept dancing like I gave no fucks. Then I went forward on my toes, annoucing "this must be impossible". And then my alarm went off. The immediate moment before a lucid dream no doubt was upon me.