I feel like the "real" me would do something more interesting than trying to have sex with everyone, like I dunno, trying to fuck with the edges of the dream & trying to break it apart. and yet in the few lucid dreams I've had, I usually just take my clothes off and... yeah
sex can wait, I want to manifest the knife that can slice apart the fabric of dream-reality and slash it open to reveal the underlying clockwork goddamnit 🗡️