Update one:
I was ready for my first test. I wrote incel on my arm just incase I forgot who I was. I went to bed somewhere between 10:16 and 10:24. I woke up four times. Once to change dreams, once to see if I could have the same dream and one last time because I actually had to get up. The first dream was your average bizarre dream. I woke from that because I instantly knew I wasn't awake. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:22 and went back to sleep. This time I had a dream about some random highschool. It took all of my concentration to control myself in it. I had to let the leash loose every once in a while because it felt like I was hanging on to that world by a thread. It wasn't a nightmarish dream or anything, it looked pretty normal aside from the fact that I kept talking to this 5'11 blonde girl. She had a nice ass and a great fit body. I was a little bit taller than the chads that walked past us. Apparently I'm a Tyrone in this dream. She kissed me on the cheek, felt awkward really. It felt like I was living an entire day as this guy. I went home and I realized I'm actually me...but cooler and with a better life. I did read something about dreaming about the last thing I thought about but I didn't actually think it would be this realistic. I walked around for a bit and no one but my dad seems to be home. He was really interested in my day, I forgot how good it felt to be on actual good terms with my dad. After I finished talking to him I ate some left overs in the fridge then went in my room when I got a call from someone, her name was Vanessa. It turns out she was the 5'11 qt at school. We talked for what felt like hours. My mind started to slip away, I felt tired (inside my dream). I was looking for a watch on my arm when I saw the word incel on it. It took me a while to figure out what it meant but it hit me. When I think of inCEL I think of CELL from DBZ, when I think of Cell from DBZ I think of autism perfected, when I think of that I think of Elliot Rodger and my mission hit me over the head like a bat. It shook me. I told Vanessa I was going to bed and I woke my self up. I was in the real world again and was up for about a few minutes. I brushed my teeth, I paced and I did some jumping jacks just to make sure I wasn't dreaming again. I was ready to go back in and I did except this time I was some kind of ghost. I saw the Tyrone version of me getting up. I think me waking my self up caused him or that body or whatever to go to sleep. It was daytime. The bright light out the window blinded the both of us. He looked at the door and he didn't notice me. "That arrogant bastard!" I thought to myself. I was gonna kill mehim. I was really gonna do it. I couldn't find anything sharp so I decided to get the drop on him and this is where things get weird. When I tried to tackle him...I went right through him. Like a ghost. I tried to kick at him but the kicks were going through him too. I was getting worked up. Spazzing out like that started to take me out of the dream, it felt awful. Like a ghost failing to posses a host and getting forcibly ripped out of him. I calmed down and followed him to his car. Chad me has some plebian taste. I would never listen to rap or anything by some mainstream artist. One car ride full of hell later I got to his school and saw that he was on some basketball team. A group of cheerleaders and chads surrounded him. Usually I would feel intimidated but me being invisible and the other version of me being a Tyrone put me at ease. They were talking about some party and he said he was gonna go to it and then he walked up to Vanessa and they started kissing. This is what really worked me up. Another version of me...kissing a girl I deserved? I couldn't take it. Usually when I get worked up in my dreams I calm down, sit down, and start to concentrate on one goal. This time it was to live the life I so desperately deserved. When I opened my eyes I felt a tongue in my mouth, it was hers. Her eyes were locked on to me, did I do it? Am I finally Tyrone? No...Turns out I just locked myself in his body. I couldn't breathe either. This had me even more pissed off. I spent a few seconds screaming and swearing frantically, making no sound. I could barely move too. Felt like sleep paralysis. What drove me over the edge was me feeling him lightly dry humping her, using his right hand to cup her ass, and using his left to slightly pull her shirt up to reveal some of her lower midriff. I promised myself the first thing I was gonna do when I first get girly action was feel up on her ass and lower midriff at the same time. I can't tell you how much I suffered. Being cucked...by myself? I used whatever strength I had inside to claw and kick and bite at whatever I could. It gave us both the headache. He pulled away from her. She asked if he was okay and he said yeah but that was just me lying. Turns out even a version of me from an alternate universe has the same qualities. I think I did something though because I was actually waking back up.
I have a really bad headache and I feel a bit spacey. but it was worth it.
