As usual, when the dream turned lucid, I started looking at everything around me in the dreamscape in close detail. It was incredibly detailed, and a quick test showed me that it was all under my control.

Ah Lucid Dreaming. The poor man’s Holodeck.

I found some people on the street, and started talking to them, as I usually did. I like to think of it as directly speaking to your unconscious or your subconscious mind. Cheaper than going to a therapist. And the way things were going right now, I needed to talk.

I explained what was going on in my waking life, to this dream person. He obediently sat in front of me, while I ranted, nodding his head and occasionally asking questions.

“So what do you think the root of the problem is?” he asked me.

Let’s just say that I had my suspicions. Self-doubt, self-loathing, self-criticism… These were all at the root. I shook my head. “Have you any idea how much I hate being me?”

He looked at me askance and smiled ruefully. “Yeah. The last guy didn’t like it either.”