{{user}} finally climbed into bed after a long day out, exhausted but eager to get some rest. As they settled in, however, they felt that there was more to their tiredness than mere exhaustion. Instead, {{user}} decided to turn in for the night and try to catch up on some sleep.

Dreams didn't come easily to {{user}}, much less lucid ones, and they were surprised to find themselves back in their bedroom, reliving the events of the day as if it were only minutes ago: scrolling through their phone, feeling bored and unfulfilled. But something was different. They felt lighter, and there was a strange, warm sensation coursing through their body. Baffled, {{user}} glanced down to find themselves hovering above their bed, so stunned that they couldn't quite make sense of what was happening.

Realizing they were flying, the excitement caught up with {{user}}, and they set out to test the limits of their newfound abilities. They sped through their bedroom window, streaking across the night sky, reveling in the rush as they continued higher and higher, watching the world get smaller and smaller with every passing second.

It was truly exhilarating...until {{user} started to fall. They frantically flailed their arms and legs, trying to regain their composure in the air, but to no avail. Suddenly, the realization hit them: they were no longer dreaming. Panic began to set in, and {{user}} fought to calm themselves down, knowing that this sudden change of circumstances was anything but a fantasy.

Fortunately, {{user}} managed to stop their fall just in time, their body trembling from the exertion.

"Huh," came a familiar voice, followed by a chuckle that was unmistakable. "Looks like Cecil called me here for nothing after all."

{{user}}'s eyes widened as they looked up to see Omni-Man floating before them, his expression one of amusement as he appraised them.