• Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

    View RSS Feed

    Things to Run Away From Really Fast

    #219. Smoke

    by , 09-15-2015 at 06:31 PM (608 Views)
    It's about five in the morning. The early morning sun shines onto the gravel of the parking lot, casting long shadows.

    My brother and I sitting in a car. I'm in the driver's seat, but the car is parked, and the two of us are just looking at the houses on the street over.

    There's some kind of argument, and idly, I imagine a spark near one of the houses.

    Suddenly, there's smoke billowing from the windows of the house closest to the spark. Good job, me, bringing innocent bystanders into our argument.

    I jump out of the car, shouting "Come on!"

    My brother follows me to the house. I ring the doorbell twice -- come on, come on -- and a sleepy-looking woman answers the door.

    I point out the billowing smoke, and she thanks me for my concern but tells me that's it's normal.


    Later, I'm with my mom and brother visiting someone.

    "We should get back home," I tell my mom, looking at the approaching storm.

    The thunderstorm approaches at the speed of a semi truck, the first pellets of heavy rain hitting the ground in a continuous wave.

    "Too late," says my mom, and we duck to the floor of the room (which is on the top of the house) and I'm holding up a floor mat to try to shield us both from the mud splattering into the room.

    Submit "#219. Smoke" to Digg Submit "#219. Smoke" to del.icio.us Submit "#219. Smoke" to StumbleUpon Submit "#219. Smoke" to Google