most saw sleep as an escape from the waking world and its problems just as much as a bodily necessity. not Lex Luthor; he discovered at a young age that lucid dreaming came naturally to him—as most feats do—and has spent many years honing that innate talent in order to give himself another avenue through which he could find solutions to those aforementioned problems others would choose instead to avoid, even if only temporarily.
so he's studied and he's practiced and he's perfected, though perhaps 'perfected' is not entirely accurate; Lex can't control what he dreams, only his own actions within it, but he has developed an unquantified degree of influence that seems to vary from night to night. the most consistent method to dreaming what he wants, he's found, is to simply leave the current scenario via a door or other entryway.
Lex Luthor has always been very good at getting what he wants.
and what he wants right now is to see—at bare minimum—a certain barrel-chested and broad-shouldered bumbling buffoon, and as Lex pushes through the familiar double-doors of his office he expects to find said buffoon standing awkwardly with a notepad that's too small for his hands, but is greeted by the exact opposite sight: a willowy pale man with unnaturally dark eyes that occasionally flicker with light.
and who is sitting in his opulent chair, behind his opulent desk.
" not exactly the 'man of my dreams' I was hoping for, " Lex wryly says to himself.
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