Casting Shadows

David, Samantha, Jasper, and I were having a picnic at night, near the bridge around their place. It was very near the road, where we were at, which in real life would have made me uncomfortable. The stars were fairly bright, and there was a bridge that almost looked as though it was made of paper (though the bridge itself was sturdy) under the bridge that exists in real life.

Some of David's friends rode up to us in a vehicle akin to a truck. There were a few people in the trailer, and a man in front. He looked oddly like David. . . .

As the vehicle made its way down the "paper" bridge, my friends and I watched, in slow motion, the trailer start to veer off of it, down into the unknown. It occurred to us that they mustn't know that they were fixing to have an accident, so David and Samantha started yelling at them to stop. I could not hear their warnings, but I knew that they were behind me, doing just that. We first watched the trailer fall off the bridge and then, shortly after, the man had a wreck, which was also in slow motion. He fell off of his seat--I seen his cartoon-like glasses go flying. I was aware that all of them could have been hurt.

I was the only one who found the entire situation mostly comical.

Worried for his friends, David was going to run after them. As his wife, Samantha was going to go, too, and Jasper (his little brother) was going to join in. All three of them told me to wait there for my own safety. I obliged for a short time, but eventually became impatient. "I'm a Gryffindor," I said aloud to myself. "Do they expect me to sit here?"

So I followed.

I ended up at a restaurant--or outside of one. I was peering through the window, looking for Jasper, his family, and David's friends. All of them were a few tables behind some other people. I was slightly annoyed that they hadn't come and got me, but not overly so. Instead of going in and joining them, I looked at the other people. I payed no special attention to anyone, until my eyes hit a girl in her teens, who was blonde and blue-eyed. She had a semi-snobbish air about her. Her eyes met mine for a second, and she looked back down. I did not look away. I'm dreaming, I realized. I'm dreaming!

Thoughts of carrying out my first lucid dream intention flashed through my mind, but I pushed them away: I had to take care of business, first.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I screamed. Distantly, I realized that had hurt my throat, but I didn't pay my temporary pain very much thought. I had to know who this bitch was.

Instead of answering me, the girl got up with her friends to take her tray to the counter.

The logical side of me informed the impulsive, irrational side that of course she wasn't going to just obey like that--she was a dream character, after all, and was going to be stubborn. Attempting to suck up most of my anger, I flew over one of the tables to reach her and her friends more easily. "Who are you?"

The girl still refused to answer, so I summoned her tray to me and flung it to the other side of the room.

Getting even closer, I asked, "What is your name?"

She looked different, now, though in my mind she was who she was just a few seconds ago. Her hair was longer, curlier, and darker. Her skin was paler. She answered some name, but I don't remember what it was; it may have started with a "M."

There were subtitles at the bottom of my vision, as if I was playing a first POV video game. "Then why does that say different?"

I may have punched her, but I am not sure.

Looking outside to where I just was--behind the window--I seen Jarvis (a friend from school) slinking towards the door. For whatever reason, I did not want to speak to him, so I hurried out one of the exits. It could be a figment of my imagination, but I may have seen one of the Mario pipes--you know, the big green ones that were always sticking up from somewhere that would transport you to another place. This was a part of my first lucid dream intention, so it is not surprising that I may have seen this.