Mystycal

This one was lucid.
I became lucid on my street in Poland, and realised that my LD’s happen in the last REM cycle, so I probably don’t have much time and it’s already morning in the real world. I instantly remembered this girl I passed on the way to where I was on one of the adjacent streets: she was really nice to me and my age, too, but my non-lucid self chickened out and ran. So, as fast as my legs could carry me, I made my way back to this caravan in which she lived.
The sky in the dream was getting dark, it was already past sunset. Still on my street I passed these two boys on bikes, and I decided to ask them something - I rarely speak to my DC’s.
Me: “What’s the time?”
DC: “Ten past.”
Me: “Ten past what?”
DC: “Satan.”
I thought at that time, heheh, this is going into the “DC’s say the darndest things” thread on DreamViews. But I kept running, and soon reached the caravan of that girl off to the left about 20 metres. She was sitting outside on the terrace. Suddenly I felt a very deep bond with her, or just love for her or whatever even though I was still lucid. I tried telling myself she was just a DC, nothing more, but that love was still there. I didn’t want to think about waking up at this point and not seeing her again. Thinking back now her appearance was based on this girl’s from The Walking Dead an episode of which I watched before bed. I walked up to the terrace, she looked up at me, with a questioning look. First I contemplated the moment for a second, marvelling at how quickly, despite being lucid I am able to irrationally fall in love with a figment of my imagination.
Her sister, taller than her with perfectly blonde hair and not so bad-looking herself walked onto the terrace and looked at me, curious. Embarrassed, I just blurted out something along the lines of, “Hey, err... I umm... really like you, d’you want to go out sometime?” It immediately occurred to me that, of course, I probably won’t see her again because my dreams very rarely repeat or even contain the same DC’s. Her eyes grew wide, which was the cutest darn thing I have ever seen, and she was clearly speechless. I sat down on one of the chairs, burying my face in my hands. This was one of the best and yet one of the most ordinary dreams I had ever had. Her sister took a better look at me and said, “Wow, well he’s a nice looking one isn’t he?” .
I just stared at them both, noticing that we were on a top of an arid cliff face, with train tracks running below. I thought I could try the TOTM, but decided against it.
Meanwhile, the two sisters were talking to each other, in a light-hearted, joking tone:
Older one: “You’re a lucky girl!”
Younger: “Yeah right, you can have any boys you want!”
Older: “Somehow they all come back to you!”
They sat next to each other, facing me.
Now I was thinking frantically, trying to take in everything that was happening. I wanted to remember all this. I wanted to find out as much information on these girls as possible, enjoy my time with them for as long as I could.
Me: “What are your names?”
Older: “This is Katie and I’m Abs (short for Abigail?)”.
I nodded. Then,
Me: “What’s the time?”
Abs: “Ten past.”
Me: “Ten past what?”
Katie: “It’s hard to tell here, where we live. Where do you live?”
Me: “London.”
Katie: (please bear with me, I do not remember exactly what she said but it was somewhat in this way) “3572-Twisssss-Bus”
Hell knows what that meant. I got the impression from the dream she was talking about double-decker buses, and she was shy and that’s why her speech came out a bit deformed. Slightly strange, but I said,
“Yeah, we have those in London.”
Then Abs came up to me and sat down on the neighbouring chair. She said,
“Sorry if all this seems a little confusing to you. Where we live this tends to be the case.” – and she laughed as if she knew exactly that this was a lucid dream I was having, and she did not seem troubled at all by it.
Me: “Have you heard of lucid dreaming? Do you believe in it?”
Abs laughs again.
Me: “You do realise that this is my lucid dream? When I wake up you two will probably cease to exist, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about that.”
Abs: “Don’t worry about it.” She spoke with such comprehension on her face and in her voice that I almost stopped feeling bad. The dream began to fade. I seized Katie’s hand, not wanting to leave. She had a warm touch and smooth skin. It was nice. Then the dream very quickly dissolved into whiteness and smoke, but I could still feel her touch. Then I woke up. I kept my eyes closed, and still felt her hand.
Then I moved my arm and opened my eyes. The feeling was gone. The best lucid so far? Maybe.