LUCIDMAX's max lucids!

Now, in the upcoming lucid, I FINALLY manage to solve my internal battle.

I love you.



Rating : ★★★★☆

I posted my problems on DV, and I got some VERY helpful advice from DarkMatters. He told me to try and talk to her, which proved to be very helpful and got rid of this for good. Thanks, Darkmatter!

After a long and tiring day, I feel asleep quickly. I was somehow reliving 9/11. I saw the two planes crash. I did what I could, warning people and telling them to get away. No one cared what I said, though. Then each and everyone of us witnessed the planes crashing, but in my dreams, they were more like space shuttles. I was inside the building at the time, and I got the full impact of the blast. I fainted, or perhaps died, and woke up. I thought, man, why do I get killed in my dreams. As I am thinking, I notice that my bedroom has a pink wall paint rather than the blue IRL. And I notice that my vision is blurred at the edges, and THAT was somehow making it difficult to breathe. I look at my hands. The are no hands! There is only my wrist, and my palm and fingers seem to have been cut off. I become lucid. I rub my hands to make my vision clearer, and it is successful. Now with real-life-like vision, I proceed out of my room. IRL, just outside my room is a big mirror, and I saw that in the dream as well. When I looked in it, I saw a corpse version of myself. I thought, eh? That reminds me of something! I have to try talking to that zombie girl! Maybe I can solve this once and for all! Now my heartbeat starts to race. I come closer to the mirror, and put my hand into it. The mirror is like water, and waves emerge from the point where my hand touched it. I climb into it, and teleport to where I thought I would find her.
I am now standing in a dark valley. There is only one lamp, which is flickering feebly. It's is total darkness, darker than night. I steel myself, telling myself that it's just a dream. I proceed, and I see a door in the wall. I thought, Good! Now I can bring her out. Using the behind-the-door technique (my specialty), I manage it. I come into a room, which is bright with light. I can see that girl, crouched in a corner like something stuffed out of sight, not loved and not wanted. Suddenly, even after my horrific experiences with her, I feel pity for her. She suddenly notices that I am here, and gets up. I see the same familiar face, but it's wet with tears now. She tries to grab my throat, and I resist the impulse to run away. Instead, I make her hug me. Holding her close, I say, "I am not scared of you anymore. Why are you doing this? Why do you always scare me in my dreams? I can help you, if you want."
She seems surprised a bit, the starts to sob on my shoulder. While I am holding her, she starts to transform, turning taller, as if morphing into an older person. I look at her, and I see she has changed into my ex. I was quite moved by this. Still crying, she says, "Why do you hate me? I couldn't help it."
After which, she starts to mutter something which I cannot understand, all the time sobbing on my shoulder. I realize what was going on all this time. I hold her more tightly, and say, " I love you. Don't think that I don't. You are a part of my subconscious, and I love you as anyone else. Please stop crying." As soon as I said it, I felt her get lighter and lighter, until I realize she turns into a mere vapor and starts to fade away. I heard only one last word from her, "Thanks."
I was a little sad, and I lost all my excitement after this. I was in no mood to try any stuff either. I found myself, somehow, by the seaside. It was still night. I was at the Bahrain Bridge, near to my home IRL. This is how it looks like:



It starts to pour rain. No lightning, just heavy rain. And I am standing against the railing, lost in thought.

I woke up after some time. It was a Thursday, so I was free. (We have weekends on Thursday and Friday) I lay in my bed for a good two hours, thinking.