Aubrey

sorry im posting this on an ipod, so im not gonna take the time to capitalize stuff or add apostrophes. also, sorry for any typing errors.

so im walking down a suburb street by my friend lauras house. lile not on the sidewalk, but in the middle of the road. it was a bright sunny day with big white fluffy clouds. i was walking along and i saw this kid standing in his lawn watching me. for some reason this made me question whether i was in a dream or not. i pinched the palm of my hand to check. it hurt, but not as much as it should have. so i flapped my arms downward, which made me float up. "cool! i am dreaming!" i thought. but because this is my first lucid, i wasnt really in full control. so i had to keep flapping my arms to stay afloat. thats all i remember.

The dream starts out with me riding my bike along a suburban neighborhood road. It curves to the left constantly, and judging by the surroundings, the curve of the road, and my distance from home, I'm riding my bike home from the neighborhood park. The sky is orange and purple, so I assume the sun is setting. Something catches my eye and I look up.

Floating a ways in the distance above the sky is an alien spaceship, slowly heading towards my house. My heart starts to race and I bike as fast as I can, trying to beat it home. Somehow I manage to get home before it, but not before crossing its path. I'm positive the aliens can see me entering my house.

I lock all the doors and try to find a place to hide. For some reason the most logical place is in front of my couch, which is in front of a giant window. I duck down and cower. After a few seconds I get my courage up to look out my window. My heart skips a beat. The spaceship is landing in the street right in front of my house. I watch as the main door hisses and slowly lowers itself open. At this point I get up and sprint into my room, slam the door shut, and hide under my bed. I can feel my heart pounding a million miles an hour.

Somehow the aliens managed to get inside. I can hear footsteps walking down the hall towards my room, and my doorknob turning. Then I wake up.

For some reason when I remember this dream, I also remember a fragment of me being a ghost. People can see me and are chasing me, so I fly away and hide in decorative oil pots. But they always break them open and try to catch me. I don't know how they know where I'm hiding...