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Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: ~2 Min.

I was in a white room and a statue was talking to me. A very strange girl started to act like a narrator saying that I was very scared. But then I kept saying to myself "I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared" Then the creepy stuff went away and everything was alright.

I was sitting in my living room, already lucid, when i decided to walk upstairs. I walked into my parents room and sat on the bed. I noticed the bathroom door was open and i looked inside and remembered that there was a mirror right as you walk in. I look in the mirror and saw my reflection for a split second, looking just like me, but then it looked surprised/scared and quickly dashed away. I ducked down so that i couldn't see myself anymore, and then looked back. The same thing happened. I thought, "huh, this is wierd" so i walked up to the mirror. When i got close, my reflection jumped back up at me, and scared me!

I stood there looking in the mirror for a minute or so, and it started to act like my reflection again, doing everything i did. But then, it suddenly jumped out of the mirror! Then, it borke the window in the bathroom and jumped outside to what seemed to be a party with people swimming in our pool and standing around drinking and talking. It ran off into the woods and nobody even noticed. I was so confused and I tried to figure it out, but i had woken up. Just in time, my alarm was about to go off in 5 minutes anyway

Sometimes in my dreams my mind will create things that i havent seen or heard of before. Sometimes its a very vivid place, or people, and the creepiest thing are the WORDS. People tell me their NAMES, and I don't know who they are. REAL, probable, concrete names. I can't remember any specific dreams where this has happened but a few, but i know its happened plenty of times. Here's one dream that had a name in it, and was very deep and meaningful.

I was at my school, (It wasnt really my school, I just knew inexplicably that it was my school) and it what nighttime. (All of my school- related dreams happen at night) I knew immediately when I entered the dream that something was very wrong. I was in some sort of class, and everyone was agitated, including the teacher. She was tripping over her words and her eyes were wide. All the students were whispering urgently, and people kept getting up and leaving. I looked out the door and I heard loud voices, and people were hurrying back and forth.
This part was hazy, apparently I wasnt feeling good and had called my mom. I somehow was in the lobby of the school. I heard the panicked voices from the hallways and an unending trickle of kids were running out the glass doors one by one. I looked out the doors at the sky and saw ominous stormclouds in the dark sky. I was very confused and went to the office to ask someone if my mom was there yet, and more importantly, what was going on. I walked in and not a single soul was there. it was very quiet. I left the room and went outside.
The walls were splattered with trash and food and paint. Certain areas of the wall were more splattered than others. Kids all over were leaning against the walls on their backs, evenly spaced, all in the same fashion. Silent. Determined. They glanced at me and then glanced away, fixing their eyes on some point in the distance. Some of them had cellphones or gameboys with them, some were bouncing back and forth on the wall, using their upper back. I turned to see I was inches away from a ve-ery strange boy. He had near-shoulder-length, messy white blond hair. his eyes were either black or dark brown, and he had fair skin. His pink lips were in a tight line, and he had earbuds in. his eyes pierced my soul for a split second and then I turned away, I had heard the familiar sound of my moms door slamming. I turned to see her car was pulled up, and that she was looking around bewildered at the kids who were running down the street like maniacs.
I motioned to her to wait, because i had to use the bathroom real quick. (I actually didnt feel the sensation I had to pee, I just knew I needed to.) I went into a stall, and the rest of the bathroom was empty. (I dont remember actually peeing) I came out and started washing up when I turned to see a lady standing behind me. She was tall and thin, flatchested, and wearing very plain clothes. Her hair didnt look too soft, and it was light blondish yellow. Her face reminded me of my aunts, but her eyes were of a young girl. She seemed to be emitting a silvery light.
"Hello. I am ____"
I know she said a name there. (In my dreams, by the way, I never use my ears to hear. I just know that people say things) It was something similar to Lissia Sedan, one name began with an L and the other an S, and the first definitely had an S in it somewhere.
She told me something, ( I am simply FURIOUS for not remembering it), and I remember that it was VERY, VERY important to me at the time. Something along the lines of, "This looks bad, but stay strong."
Then she was gone. She didnt just dissapear, it was less sudden, like she was there and then she wasnt anywhere. i dried my hands and ran outside, and hopped into my moms car. We sped away and she asked me what happened.
Then I woke up.

The dream starts out with me riding my bike along a suburban neighborhood road. It curves to the left constantly, and judging by the surroundings, the curve of the road, and my distance from home, I'm riding my bike home from the neighborhood park. The sky is orange and purple, so I assume the sun is setting. Something catches my eye and I look up.

Floating a ways in the distance above the sky is an alien spaceship, slowly heading towards my house. My heart starts to race and I bike as fast as I can, trying to beat it home. Somehow I manage to get home before it, but not before crossing its path. I'm positive the aliens can see me entering my house.

I lock all the doors and try to find a place to hide. For some reason the most logical place is in front of my couch, which is in front of a giant window. I duck down and cower. After a few seconds I get my courage up to look out my window. My heart skips a beat. The spaceship is landing in the street right in front of my house. I watch as the main door hisses and slowly lowers itself open. At this point I get up and sprint into my room, slam the door shut, and hide under my bed. I can feel my heart pounding a million miles an hour.

Somehow the aliens managed to get inside. I can hear footsteps walking down the hall towards my room, and my doorknob turning. Then I wake up.

For some reason when I remember this dream, I also remember a fragment of me being a ghost. People can see me and are chasing me, so I fly away and hide in decorative oil pots. But they always break them open and try to catch me. I don't know how they know where I'm hiding...

I'm sitting on my bed, watching Youtube on my computer. It is pitch black outside, and perfectly silent. Judging by the darkness and the quiet atmosphere, it must be like three in the morning. I am the only one awake. The video I am watching is very disturbing. A man is chopping off his own fingers with a steak knife, one by one. He screams so loud it makes my stomach sick. Strangely, there is an English narrator describing the whole event in detail. “And now,” he says, “the man proceeds to chop of his middle finger. Watch closely as the steak knife severs the finger, revealing the inner layers of muscle, and the bone.” Eventually I can’t take it anymore, and I try to turn my computer off. But for some reason, instead of turning off, the volume just gets louder and louder, until my ears hurt. I turn away from the video and cover my ears, but the man’s screaming still manages to get through. I attempt to drown him out by screaming myself, as loud as I can. Everything goes black.