Another Lucid Dream

Had another very lucid.l dream I didn’t want to wake from. But honestly I’m the dream a few years actually passed.

But with everything with my health going on in real life I’ve often made the joke of I need to be one of those luck my random people that hit it big. Well my dream was of that. I have been getting some financial assistance thru a company that is reimbursing me for all my medical expenses, premiums, fuel, hotels etc. if I go to my doctor 75 miles away. I get paid my mileage, parking tolls, lunch or dinner. And if I’m too tired to drive home up to $200 for a hotel.

So I’m this dream, I was contacted but this foundation, a gentleman started asking me questions and basically “what’s your story?” I dove into basically me giving up a career job that I was making 6 figures at to now not even able to afford a studio apt in my area.

We must of talked for hours.

So he asks me “So if I were to write you a check, what would you need to follow your dreams and live how you feel you’d be living if you didn’t have to stop career work? “

“I answered 1.5 million” basically enough to buy a asic house with my needs and have enough to furnish it and a bit left to live off of.

“Really only 1.5? That’s nothing today. I’m talking having your dream house built, furnished, your dream workshop for your hobbies, a room set up the way you want for your ham radio stuff. 1.5 is not enough. So I’ll ask agin how much?”

It made me think. So I said “7 Million.”

He laughs. Says “how about we just give you $20 Million and call it good. We want you to live comfortably, not have to worry about anything, at all. Need something? Go get it. Bella family member out? Pay it forward and help them out. But we also want you to invest some. And we can help with that as well. “

I was speechless. Things started clicking. The contractor I wanted to build the house. Where I wanted it.

The dream progresses of getting the property, designing a house. My workshop with a loft, and my attached Ham shack. With some property I had a couple Towers with some nice antennas.

Finally had the dog I had always wanted a Red Doberman, I had a beautiful deck with a built in kitchen and fire pit.

For the first time in my life I could actually have some friends over and had a nice sit down relaxing evening.

None of my friends said anything about the coming into money. They were happy I had space to work on my own.

(Something i desperately need now, I have zero privacy currently and expected to drop what im doing to help

My folks out. Some of which is the stupidest stuff. When I’m not around pops can figure out how to buy something on eBay, yet when I’m home he’s got to basically walk in my room and expect me to stop what I’m doing to make sure he does this right on eBay. Something he has zero issues with when I’m gone. )

But. The biggest thing in my dream. I was happy. I was comfortable. Didn’t have a care in the world. I could sit there and enjoy watching the sunset from my deck. With a fire in the pit, toddy in one hand. And relaxing.

Relaxing. Now that’s something I hadn’t been able to do for years.

But in this dream. Mystery man never ever reveals himself. Maybe there was multiple people. Why pick me? I honestly didn’t question it. Everything was legal.

I even gave my sister enough money to get her into a safer place with her family. Even though it meant they moved far away. But that’s what made them safe and happy and if they are happy i am happy.

I also bailed my deadbeat older brother out. I paid off his considerable debt. And bought him a car of my choice. For him. It wasn’t the flashiest vehicle. Just a mid trim level Honda CRV. With the express implied thing of if he sold it I was coming after him. He was supposed to get his services done at the dealership and I paid for a 100k warranty and service contract. He really didn’t like the car he wanted a Hyundia Electric car.

I even gave back to the charity I have been a part of.

The mystery man checked in quite frequently. Making sure I was enjoying myself. Only thing he kept urging me to do was I kept mentioning wanting to buy a nice diesel pusher motorhome. Have one custom built at nearly 1mil. I want to see what’s out there.

Before the dream ended he had finally talked me into it and I was looking into a really nice one. But I was upset that the motor they put in them was not a desirable one. I wanted older Cat rebuilt and put in. To not have all the emissions BS. I said I’d sleep in it. Went to bed and woke up in reality.

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I’m honestly hating these lucid dreams. From near death hospital stays. To actually seeing myself die in my dreams now this. Yes I’ve been looking at camping trailers to just get away from home. Away from the demands of my folks. But most of all privacy. If I had space here at the house for it. I could easily spend time in it with the door locked. Want to take a nap without being woke up? Talk on the radio without interruption? It would be nice. But the one I found is 18’ so say 22 with the bumper and tongue. Just no room in the back driveway.

But you never know right? Maybe I’ll find a sugar momma. lol