december 17 2022

Had another. I don't remember a lot of the setup, but basically, there's this guy who is extremely skilled at martial arts, like to a nigh-supernatural degree, but he refuses to acknowledge it or use it for anything. I'm his friend, and I'm always encouraging him, and I'm also in love with him, and at some point in the past I tried to kiss him. There's a dark cloth outfit with a tightly fitting hood I convince him to start wearing, which allows me to switch our minds between our bodies. I start using his body to do cool flips and shit. He has the power to switch back at any time, but never does so right away. Later we are in a small restaurant with a CRT TV kiosk hanging from the ceiling that scans you and registers you into a fight club that meets at the restaurant. Me and the guy register and fight. We keep switching back and forth while fighting. The fight keeps getting more and more intense, and it's clear each is trying to kill the other. After a tense and rapid series of switches, I finally assert control over my own body, pull a katana out of nowhere, and stab him in the chest. I win the fight, and I walk over to where the guy is standing leaning against a table, winded but somehow uninjured, even though I know the katana and the wound were real. We go outside where a friend of his waits for us. He's leaving with this friend for a very long time, possibly forever. We hug. I tell him to keep the cloth outfit. I reach out and take him by the shoulders and say "listen, I'm being serious, you really are a superhero, you really are." As I say this, I step forward and he backs away in tandem. I notice how muscular his chest is. He pushes me away and says "God, man. Stop. Jesus Christ." In a really exasperated way. I understand he thought I was coming on to him, trying to kiss him again. I feel really sad, because I genuinely wasn't. He leaves and I go back inside the restaurant and sit down. I feel embarassed, because of the situation with the guy, but also because I haven't purchased any food. A lady a few tables over keeps glancing at me over her sandwich. And then I wake up.