lucid

When I was only a kid. Maybe seven or eight years old. I had a strange dream about leaving my grandmothers house in the middle of the night and walking into an alley way behind her home. There, beneath the street light was a man, waiting for me. I didn't know what think of him. He was wearing a black old fashioned suit and seemed kind of intimidating.

When I walked up to him he made me an offer, I could be an ordinary little girl, or I could walk with him into the darkness and see things and do things no one else could. It was that exact moment I believe I became lucid. I was suddenly aware of my surroundings in a way I had never been before. Everything seemed so surreal and I knew that I was dreaming. But I had a very serious choice to make.

The man held his hand out to me and I felt it was the wrong choice. I became afraid and ran away. As I looked back, I saw the man hang his head and walk away into the darkness.

Suddenly I wasn't so sure it had been the right choice.
To this day I regret that choice. I have been trying hard to get back to lucidity ever since. With very little luck. Nothing but a struggle. I'd like to apologize to him, in the future.