Astaroth

Shit, it's almost 8 AM and I'm still in bed. A friend of mine is yelling at me for no reason, ''what the hell is she doing here at 8 AM?''. I get out of bed and start to organize the books I need for today. ''It's 8:06, I'm so late''.
''What are you still doing here? Get out, I've to go to school! - I say going downstairs.'' I go to the kitchen to drink something and look the watch again. ''Still 8:06? Weird, but perfect''. ''Hey wait, this may be a dream''.
I do a RC by counting my fingers and I have 6 in each hand, okay, I'm dreaming.

I stabilize the dream by touching everything to make sure that it doesn't fade away. I start saying out loud: ''Dream's representative! I need to talk with you!''. After walking a little in my house I go into the living room and see him there, in the sofa, reading some papers. I examine him; he's an old man, with a majestic moustache and a strong voice. ''Are you the representative?'' - I ask him. Yes, he answers to me while he gives me his hand.
I take a sit and start touching the sofa to make sure I don't lose lucidity.
''Why don't you have facial hair?''. I start laughing out loud. ''Why the hell is he asking me that?''. ''Uhm, I don't know, I simply don't have it naturally''. He starts thinking and I get impressed by how real everything is. After meditating my question, I ask it.

''What can you tell me about me and this dream world?''. He starts to stroke his moustache and when he's about to say something, I wake up.