First visual “dream” I have is serving at a counter service restaurant topless 
Also distinctly remember grabbing random platters & just looking for the right table via eye contact.
I think the worst part was openly complaining about this in the dream and having some dipshit at a table laugh & tell me “Welcome to the service industry.” 
Why can’t I just lucid dream about killing fascists? 
yeah this is one of my least favorite parts of quitting weed, I always get anxiety dreams where I’m running late for something and stuff keeps happening that prevents me from leaving the house