lucid

I wake up from a dream that plays in my room, but I'm not. I look around and see that the mirror on the right-side wall is not the one from my dream. I look to my left and see no one.
Soon I'm fighting away a man that's trying to chain me up. I start to slip away.
I wake up again in a crate that's poorly chained. I look around and see I'm in the back of a moving car. There's mountains and trees all around me. A black paved road is beneathe me.
I think of jumping out. But my arms are tied.
I see to my left a field of grass. Tall grass that's inaccessible.
Somehow I manage to get out of the crate and land in the field.
And I remember feeling free.
I'm dashing through the field, like a field mouse. Panic is such an understatement. I'm petrified.
From afar I see a tiny cabin. Involuntarily I run towards it.
I get to it. I look inside its reaches. Nothing but a table and a plate.
My mom is coming from the right of me. Talking about me missing my dog's funeral. Screaming now. I run away and don't turn back.
There's a beautiful man at a gas station. He's pumping gas. Naked. I look down and see I am too. Coincidence?
I walk up to him. He stares at me. His eyes glossy and dark, as his hair. Then I look over his shoulder and see a crate with chains hanging from it. I freeze and he grabs me. Kisses my shoulder and then my neck. Telling me I'm his. All his. And I surrender, in his arms.
This time I sit in the passenger seat. We drive for long hours.
Then before us the road lifts and so do we.
He dissolves, somehow. I just watch.
I remember thinking of my only chance at love is gone. And now I'll be alone again.
For an unspoken reason I end up in my room. The walls are red instead of blue. This slightly pisses me off because I hate red, but this time, I like it. I don't know why but I start to like where I am. As if this red tint is enchanted.
I ignore everything and stare at the floor.
My grandma bursts into my room, through the wall, the red wall. She's covered in purple. As though someone painted over my blue wall with red, and she's the outcome.
She speaks softly. Words I can't recall. And suddenly I feel calm.
I lie down.

There's a bus. An ocean. Music.
Waves jump from the sea. Fishes flop. The sky is hidden by a bed of clouds.
I see my best friend in the distance. He's on an island, looking at shorts. He decides upon the black ones, as opposed to the red ones. I scream. He doesn't hear me. A shark is creeping up behind him. I scream but it sounds like nothing. My eyes float away, away from what happened.
I'm in a boat now. A boat that moves itself. I have a cell phone. I'm taking pictures of what's around me. A mountain I see. A few palm trees. An irregular cloud. I put my phone into a bag. Tie it up. Place it in my backpack.
I see a few old ladies. Arguing over black shorts. I see Daniel, my best friend. He's okay. I smile.
I ask him what's happening. He points to the shorts. Just points. I ask him what's wrong. He only points.
I go to see what's the fuss. The ladies scream. Their screams make buzzing appear in my ears. I can't understand their screams. They only hurt.
I walk away from the fuss and back to Daniel. At least I thought. He's no longer there. I only see his foot-steps. They recede to where the shore breaks, into the ocean.

I was in a car with the famous pop-star Lorde and we were driving down a country road. This instantly reminds me of her song, 400 Lux.
I feel as though I'm maybe her boy friend in this dream?
We're not really talking, just driving. (Which isn't really a surprise)
I remember looking to my left and seeing the trees dissolve one at a time. I look behind the car and notice nothing but blackness. The heart in my chest begins to beat double-time until one of her songs pops on the radio, then I remember calming down.
"We're never done with killing time"
Now this all makes sense. The car, the dissolving trees, the etching road-- We're literally killing time.


During this weird phenomenon I feel my feelings shift from high to low. Something told me that this was the end of a dream come true, until I looked ahead.

The sky was a deep-red. It looked as though there was a heart in the sky and it pumped blood in the form of clouds. It was raining. But not ordinary rain. It was more like the rain in a horror movie, but an unnatural shade of blue; blue as the color of the Atlantic Ocean. And was falling right before us.
"Can I kill it with you
'til the veins run red and blue?"

The heart in my chest begun to quicken. The faster the beats the more it rained. I tried to calm myself down but anything I did resulted in harder showers. I faintly remember this but, Lorde started to sing. As she sung the sky drift apart like one big cloud being torn from the sun and the heart in my chest stopped, completely, again.

We come around here all the time
Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you

Then our surroundings went dark and the only thing alive was the radio:

You pick me up and take me home again
head out the window again,
we're hollow like the bottles that we drain.
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel
pulses can drive from here
we're might be hollow, but we're brave

And it repeated and repeated, like a distant echo of a set alarm.

I'm at a local pool. But around me are things that I don't remember. The trees are sadder and less alive than before. The grass is gray and the sky is opaque. Where am I? This isn't Pocahontas Pool.
I look ahead of me and see a few people from my school. They don't see me. Instead they're talking to each other. I begin to walk over where they are.
"Hi"
They only stare. Their eyes are cold and I freeze where I stand. I suddenly can't move and my thoughts break like old towers. Then they freeze and I'm able to move. This girl appears from my peripheral. She's quite beautiful. I don't remember her name but I remember seeing her around school. She grabs my hand and leads me in to the pool along with her. She just looks at me. A heart-felt stare. I feel as though she has me captive. I never want to leave.
We get into the water and just float there. She speaks.
"What's your name?"
Her voice is so sweet. Like the sound of birds in morning. I smile.
"Dana"
She swims closer to me. And looks deeper into my eyes. The closer she gets and quicker my heart beats. She touches me and my body softens.
She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her legs around my waist, then says, "Are you a model?"
Why is she asking such a thing? Is this a joke? I feel as though everyone behind me has planned this and if I say something wrong they'll all laugh at me. But then I look into the pool and see my reflection: I'm beautiful. More beautiful than I've ever seen myself.
"No... I'm not"
Her eyes hold something more than she's telling me. They're pale blue and deep as promise.
She leans her head and presses her lips on mine. I feel her tongue reaching in-between my lips. I do the same, and before I know it, where making out.
I've never made out with a girl before. It's quite easy. I've always wondered how it felt. The sensation of someone else's lips on mine. Their warmth making its way into my body. This feels so right. Until she stops.
"Are you ready?"
What is she talking about? I know this must be a joke. I push her away and turn my head.
"What are you talking about?" It comes out with more force than I intended.
"Don't you remember? Today's the day..."
I kind of have an idea where she's taking this. I get out of the pool and walk away. I hear her voice echoing in my head. The more it sounds the angrier I become. I look around me and everyone is still frozen. I look behind me and she's gone.
I look below me and the ground is falling from underneath me. And as it falls I do, too.
:canislucidus:

We've just returned from a funeral. My great grandma has just passed away no more than an hour prior. My family is suddenly all in one room and I'm in the hallway thinking of where to go and what to do. I hear noises--weird, indistinguishable voices coming from all angles. My head hurts. I close my eyes.
I look to my right and see my cousin following me. I don't question why, I simply allow it. I noticed I haven't viewed my appearance all day. It suddenly bothers me because I could look ridiculous and not even know it. I begin to look down, and instantly, I'm appalled. I'm wearing a light blue-jean dress that comes to my high upper thigh(I'm a guy). I can only picture how ridiculous I look to others. The breeze of the hotel brushes my ass cheeks. A foul vision appears in my head. I push it away.
My cousin is inviting me back to the room where the voices pierce like knives. I hold up one finger and look down. There's a pair a little black sweats just my size. I grab them and walk away.
I find myself searching for rooms to change in. I open one door with computers and cameras. I feel as if I'm being watched. I keep moving.
Suddenly I notice one room where no one is in. A man is vacuuming the hallway just a view feet ahead of me. His back is turned. I sneak into the room.
I rush to pull on the sweats before he comes in. Before I get one pants leg on he walks in. I freeze. A smile creeps on to my face. I say, nervously, "Sorry, I needed to find a room to change in... I'll leave once I get these on." He just stares at me. He's wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. I see the outline of his penis. I blink and look up.
"I'm not into that trucker shit anymore..."
I stare at him trying to register his words. I blink and reply, "Sorry, I'll just leave.." I walk out.
Then it hits me.
I walk back in, very seductively, and touch his shoulder then his arm.
"Hey. I won't tell if you don't."
His belly hangs over his pelvis and he has brown skin, the color of a shaved wood, and he has short black hair and a long beard.
"I told you, I'm not into it. I've grown."
Without a response, I walk away in discouragement.
The halls are dark and murky. I'm overwhelmed with imagination. Something comes over me.
I see a family of five sitting at a dinner table. They're dressed very elegantly as if they've just came from a wedding. I sit down. They don't acknowledge me. They just keep talking. I listen.
"I had 1 billion stashed for you, Charlie" one says. She has blonde hair that stops at her ears and curves into the start of her neck. Her skin shows sign of decay, I'd say she's around fifty.
I look down at what I'm wearing. Black sweats, pink socks, and yellow jelly sandals. Without a question I feel myself get up, and walk away.
I lead myself to the stairs and walk up, thoughtlessly.
I enter a room where everyone's door is open. They're sitting in the dark with a faint t.v screen illuminating the walls. I smell the scent of cigarette smoke. It stings my senses. I start to make my way back downstairs, when a voice stops me: "Hey. We go to Purdue University. What's your name?" I don't know them. One has red hair, the color of autumn leaves, and the other has brown hair. I think of dark chocolate.
"Dana. My name is Dana."
Before I can blink, the orange haired one grabs for my hat. He puts it on his friend's head and they begin to wrestle. Then, they descend into darkness.
I look ahead and see my friend Lex. Next to her is my other friend Jaina. I ignore Jaina and say hello to Lex. Jaina just stares at me. I think about our past and the mid-night walks and the hour long talks. She looks away.
I keep forward and see my friend Noah and someone I just recently met. I wish I knew his name, but I'm too afraid to ask.
Noah speaks of his weed and says it's more potent if it's dark(I don't think that to be true). I nod and smile. I look to my left and see the anonymous guy snorting lines of cocaine. My smile fades. I look away.
I see Jaina on the couch. She looks so sad and alone. I walk over there and she ignores me. I try to start conversation when some weird girl interrupts:
"Hey! Aren't you Dana? I used to see you at school. Do you remember me?"
I know her from somewhere. Her face seems familiar. Memories flash through my head of various of others that resemble her. Then it comes.
"Aren't you Jaina?"
I look above and Jaina(the first one)just sits there, idly. She doesn't seem to do anything but smile.
"Yesth" I notice this Jaina has a lisp. Why is there two? And why does this one remind me of the Jaina I used to know so well. The one I used to love with my aching heart. Dread floats its way into my thoughts. I start to feel empty.
The young Jaina grabs my hand and we sit on the couch. There's people piling in from left to right. Faces that I've seen before. Eyes that I missed. Voices that once made me cry.
Next to me is that boy from earlier. I hold my breath. I plunge.
"What's your name?"
He blinks. Then smiles.
"Jose."
Shortly after, he lies his head on my shoulder. I could cry tears of happiness. This all feels like a dream. That in any minute I could wake up and it will all fade away.
I close my eyes and wish for this moment to be eternity.
I hold my breath and count to five, and before I can reopen my eyes, everything turns black, and I'm propelled into reality.