Wow That Was Meta

I had a very strange dream recently.  I dreamt that everyone in the world became aware that they were all my dream.  Confused?  So was I.

See, my dreams operate under a very strange form of dream-logic.  I suppose you could say that I'm a semi-lucid dreamer.  I'm aware that I'm dreaming and can influence the world thusly but only to a certain degree.  See, my dreams have rules.  They're not exactly rigidly enforced but they do exist.  What's more is that they change from dream to dream.  Every time I have a dream it's like being dropped into a different genre mid-story.  I have to discover the rules for myself.  I've had dreams where flight is impossible, dreams where I can cast spells, dreams where I can casually walk through walls and dreams where everything is trying to kill me.

The only constant in my dreams is hammerspace.  I essentially have a video game inventory.  Sometimes I can pull anything out and others it has to be something I know I put in my pocket beforehand.  In fact, half the reason I carry so much stuff around with me in real life is so I'll have it with me in dreams.  I associate it with my person so strongly that even in a world divorced from reality it's still with me.  And anything it does in real life, it does better in dreams.  My multi-tool works like a sonic screwdriver.  My phone, affectionately dubbed Skynet Portable, works like an AI-assisted sci-fi computer.  My Pocket Reference becomes a literal Book of Everything.  My glasses gain AR functions.  My coat becomes light armor.  However, they can't do anything not related to their primary purpose.  My multi-tool can't shoot lasers and Skynet Portable cannot cast spells.  Basically, it's less like I have the physical objects in dreams and more like I have their concepts, unfettered by the limits of the real world.

Since I am not in the habit of carrying weapons, that means I'm more often than not outnumbered and out-gunned in dreams.

So yes, in my dream I woke up one day to discover that everyone knew, KNEW with the same certainty that the sun would rise, that all of existence was my dream.  All of their joys, sorrows, triumphs and defeats were nothing more than my accidental creation.  And that when I woke up, they would all cease to exist.  What's more, this was one of those dreams where I was limited to my more realistic capabilities.  No flight, no magic spells, no teleportation or intangibility and no summoning useful things out of the aether.  All I had was what I always have in dreams.  Infinite storage space, my usual loadout of gadgets and anything I could scavenge myself.

Things went to hell.

I was chased by government agents who wanted to strap me to a table and dissect me, "For the good of America".  Religious fundamentalists wanted to burn me at the stake because I wasn't "The One True God".  And a number of very creepy cults tried to worship me and sacrifice people in my name.  Ugh.

The dream finally ended with me on a bus with the few people I actually trusted.  We were barreling down a highway and being chased by black vans and helicopters.  The bus crashed into a roadblock and I woke up.  All those people knew, KNEW what would happen if I woke up.  And with the exception of those few people on the bus, everyone else in the dream world acted like retarded lunatics.  I'm uncertain if I can blame them or not.

My subconscious is screwing with me, I swear.