
Originally Posted by
Robot_Butler
...I wake up, and am still in bed. I am terrified that I've been sleeping in this strange house. I get up, and walk to the bathroom. The room is a pale blue color, and there is a large brown haired Italian woman standing in front of the mirror. I am confused out of my mind! I try to apologize to her, and explain that I have no idea how I got here. As I explain waking up in bed unable to move, I remember that this is a dream. I look down at my hand, and see that I have only four fingers, and no thumb. I can still feel my thumb, and can wiggle it. It is just invisible for some reason.
I look back up at the woman, who is standing silently in the middle of the blue tile bathroom with a creepy grin on her face. I tell her, "Stay calm, this is a dream." She looks....wrong. Her eyes and her grin are growing more monstrous by the minute. Sort of like when you stare at yourself in the mirror for too long. I start to get frightened and creeped out. I say, out loud, "I am going to close this door, and when I open it, it will lead to the beach. This is how you teleport in a lucid dream." I close the bathroom door, tell her to shut her eyes, and then I open it. The door opens into a sandy beach. I have to lean into the door to push it open through the sand.
The beach looks like a cartoon. The colors are all too bright and plastic looking. It looks like the beach in Adam's long exposure photographs. I walk along the sand, and am amazed by how the water levels do not seem right. I think I am on a sand bar that is floating with the waves on the open ocean. I see other people on the beach. I walk by a young black man in his 20s or late teens. His casual, comfortable manner makes me think he is a native on this island. He is sitting on a low stone wall, calling out names. I continue walking past him, but soon hear him yell out my name. I stop dead in my tracks, and turn around. He is about 100 feet behind me, and staring right at me. I point at myself, and he silently mouths the word "Lucid?" I nod my head, yes. He waves over a group of girls who just got out of the ocean. The lead girl is an attractive Latina wearing a white tank top and jeans. He speaks with her briefly as I stand there watching like an idiot. The girl runs over to me, shakes my hand, and introduces herself...
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