Roguetta

August 23 1am-5am MILD

2. I’m at an unknown beach with my family, Mom, D, and C. We are all just walking around and looking up at the sky, I’m sure it must have been evening but it was hard to tell because there were these massive clouds overhead. The likes of which I’d never seen in real life, they looked dark blue and grey but so fluffy and almost as though in an instant they would drop and crush the ground beneath them. They curled up near the sides to create a white billowing effect and the breeze that came along with it whipped up a massive wave that gently crashed toward the shore. The clouds darkened the already dark blue waters, the sand around us was an extremely white tan and felt more like mud than sand. To the left was a forest and an opening road leading out from it or leading into it, depends on how you look at it, to the right was more sand and in the distance I think I saw a hill but I can’t be sure. Behind the beach and up on more of a road area with gravel, were around five small buildings side by side and each was open and offering something. At the time I could read the signs but sadly I can’t remember the words now, also by the beach we had our packs and bags sitting on the sand. I noticed mom looked a bit concerned by the approaching cloud and I asked her if we were going to be able to get away in time, she said we’d have plenty of time and I trusted her for a moment. Then I rushed over to get my bags packed because I was worried they wouldn’t let any planes out, I voiced this out loud and mom once again said something along the lines of it was fine. But she and my brothers were already heading out to the forest entrance on the left; I figured they wouldn’t leave without me so I continued to pack. First I grabbed mom’s small purse and put it inside her blue pack and then I put something of mine in there which I can’t remember, then I zipped that up and stuffed the blue pack inside of mom’s purple backpack. At first it didn’t fit,(which in real life it probably wouldn’t fit without a bit of crushing down due to the blue pack being taller), but after a bit of shoving I managed to zip up the backpack. Something I hadn’t taken into account was the weight and after I had finally gotten the backpack on, which seemed to weigh around 10 or more bricks, I saw that my family was already heading back toward me. I jogged a little to them and then stopped, complaining about the weight but not getting many looks from my family in regards to them wanting to help. I remember when I saw mom walking back to me I felt peeved because I had just gotten stuff packed and was ready to join them but wherever they went was over now, our new destination appeared to be one of the stores behind the beach. I pulled my shoulders down and sulked behind my family, following them to a store whose name had four words in it and the first one was long but I can’t remember what it says. Inside a lady was sitting infront of the door, the door had an entrance sign on it that I can’t remember the words to. Mom went in the door, pushed it open, and the lady sitting there said we couldn’t go in this door and we’d have to go in the other one. (Which made no sense because the two sides of the building were squeezed next to another one, unless it had a back entrance or an entrance from another store?) Mom was annoyed at this and considered walking out and going through the other door, but instead she kept going and bought what she wanted from thee store before leaving and giving the now glaring lady a good snarky smile of her own. Her pace increased as she exited the store and she turned to the left after leaving the building, my brothers followed easily but I found I had to jog just to keep up. Just as we rounded the corner of the buildings, I suddenly felt the weight of my backpack diminish as though someone had pulled it off entirely; but sense I could feel the straps, I saw this was not the case and thus realized that the inside blue pack was missing. I alerted mom to this and said it must have gotten dropped back inside the store so I told her I’d just be a minute to get it and although she looked angry, I did rush back to the store. Upon entrance I noted the lady was still sitting there and although I took the wrong entrance by her standards, I rushed in so fast with slurred words that she barely had time to tell me to get out or use the other entrance (of which I was certain there wasn’t one), I grabbed the thing on the ground without looking at it and because the weight felt similar I decided it was the pack. A person by the window (like a bank teller’s window) pushed some papers in front of me and I gladly accepted them because I saw the glaring lady get up and I wanted to get out of there no matter what it took. I snatched the papers and ran out, taking my time once outside to read and notice they were papers saying I had passed some sort of school exam or something and this made me slightly happier, I was at least excited to show my mother. My mother of course wasn’t in the spot I left her; she was heading back to the forest entrance. I tucked the thing I picked up under my arm and ran to catch up; I saw that as I got nearer she was walking to her car which was by the road entrance. Everyone piled into the 1986 Volkswagen Diesel, Mom in the front at the wheel, Christian in the passenger’s seat, D and I in the back. I buckled in and set the thing and my backpack near my feet, mom drove for a while on a much darkened road which was poorly outlined by the little car’s lights. The signs were big and on each corner we turned, each one had a different number and mostly they didn’t seem to go in order; for example, one sign read 16 and then the next corner it read 25. This kind of inconsistency made me stop paying attention to it and finally look down to what I’d picked up before, I was quite shocked when I found that I had actually picked up a bag of fish pellets. (The kind we use in waking life to feed our pond fish, it says Koi and Goldfish can eat them) I immediately said out loud that I was still missing my bag, this made mom stop the car when I said it must still be back there; I was getting a little sad and my voice slightly cracked when I said that. Mom said I could look for it if I dissected her phone for her, she held it out to me and I said deal; then I jumped out of the car and went into the forest without a fear for the darkness of the area or the eerily creepy houses on the sides of the road just gazing out like a person with soulless eyes. Once in the forest I had a feeling and it came to my mind that I must be dreaming, though I remember I said something along the lines of if I were dreaming to trigger the lucidity and realization when I did a nose pinch reality check. I forgot about the pack and started touching the trees, running my hands up and down the bark to get a good feeling of the rough surface. This helped because after blinking two times, I saw the world more realistically and started breathing easier to try and calm myself. Just to make sure I picked up some leaves off the ground, I hadn’t seen it before but the ground was covered in orange, yellow and brown dry leaves. I scooped up a handful and crunched them, the sound was satisfying and so was the feeling; another thing I wanted to test was my hearing, so I spoke out loud and was thankfully greeted by my own voice. (Something often not in dreams for me is the sound, this is why in lucid dreams I’m going to try and focus more on the senses) After all that I decided I needed to go see The Goblin King and whine about his appearance in a previous dream. So I ventured out to a house, except it didn’t seem to be physical walking and more it was me just imaging it in my head. The house had a couple in it and I asked them where I might find The Goblin King, they said on route 12; I thanked them and left, going back to the car which was still stopped on the road. Mom said she found the pack and it was right there in front of her but she refused to touch it, she was just staring at it intently. I thought it was strange for a moment but then picked up the pack and got in the car. I told everyone I was dreaming and how I could easily dissect the phone now with laser fingertips, I traced with my fingers where I would cut it and then put it down as I watched the road, telling mom we needed to get to route 12. The signs come back with the nonsensical numbers, except this time I knew they meant routes and I watched to make sure we didn’t miss ours. First was route 15, then 17, then 16, then 26, then finally route 12 after another route 17. (Don’t take my word for it, I can barely remember the numbers but I know 16 showed a couple times.) Mom stopped the car and I got out, we had stopped at a left turn or straight ahead road. There was a street lamp standing by the road and shining light on the light grey gravel, here I went back into that seeming to imagine things in my head view. I imagined He was lying on the road with two elves rolled against his side, his shirt was off and he was using it to press against his neck to clear the sweat. The women were just running their hands all around him and his smile was a confirmation of his enjoyment of their company. When I actually looked at the road, I saw a vague outline of this but it was more like I was trying to take the image from my head and put it there. Then I woke up.