Alone With my Mind

non-dream non-lucid lucid

Tipping over, a box full of cubes empty their contents onto the store floors. "Damn," I said as I ran out of the exit, an expensive item gleaming in my hand. Theft. I had realized what I had done, now lucid, as turned around and walked back into the store. I was forced to pay a fine for theft and destruction of property, and I read the bill. $70. Not bad.

The dream skips, and I am walking around my school campus. I greet a teacher as I walk by a classroom, noting her apparent friendiness in what seems to be a rather sore day. The new vice principal is peering into a classroom, observing the teacher and his students. Down by a table, little boy is enjoying his lunch. I turn into the next empty hallway to make another circle around the school. It's suddenly almost pitch-black, and trying to find my way around the darkness. Some slow, depressing rock music is playing, the only words I hear are "Written in the Storms". I walk back around, and I see the old vice principal, full of rage, screaming into a classroom full of threatened students and their teacher. I reluctantly say "Evening," to a few teachers walking by. I got a depressed and shy, "E..evenin'." What's going on?- I thought. A chubby boy, much like the one I saw before, is shoveling food down his throat with both hands.

I turn to the final hallway, and I see someone. She turns walks with me, and the very little light in the dream is flashing faintly on her face, much like how cars' headlights quickly and repeatedly strike a street lamp is it turns a corner. I say, "No one really knows the true faces behind the good people in this horrible world. My true face shows the sadness and stress that my family seems to pass onto me. My true faith is only for me to know. My current, let's say compulsion, is also buried deeply in that face, and that, weh-, -oo b-" The dream ends. I fall back asleep as I try to continue the dream, but I seem to only get in choppy results. "-t-gth- -th- y-" I manage to get out. The dream relocates, and I find myself saying "Writing in the storms," to my confused mother and brother. I hear the music of the same song I heard coming from my bedroom. I try to find the source of the music as it fades away. The dream skips to the previous scene, as I turn to this girl and say "you."