non-lucid

I loved this dream! I didn't have enough lucid control to do anything. Yeah...it sucked that I was in complete control of my actions. Then agian, it was still fun

"Can I have that comic?" The eight year old version of me asked my mom.
I didn't know why, but I wanted this dc comic. We where at a wall mart check out thing. Our cashire was the janitor who had to fill in the job of a sick worker.
"No," My mother said to me. Strangly she left me their.
I looked at the comic, it was the first volume of a new series. I looked over at the cashire, he was an elderly man with sympathy in his eyes.
''Listen sport." He said to me. In his hand was $14."I will give you that comic for nine cents."
I looked at my feet, thinking that I didn't have nine cents. Then four brown dots grew from the floor. They were pennies.
But I still needed five more cents! The old man pointed behind me. Turning around I saw a silver dot on the floor. I rush to it wit hendless energy. It was a nickle! I had nine cents.
I gave the money to the old man, in return he gave me the comic. I looked at it with great detail for the first time. It was my favorite dc hero Zatanna, the sorcerist surprem!
That is when I woke up, happy that I a dc was so nice to me. I guess even dc should stand for dream citizen. He was so real, so full of emotion.