yumiko27

Non-Lucid Part:

I'm with my siblings and my sister, Hannah, is trying to kill me with that psychotic look on her face just like with my previous lucid--which I did not bother to write down. Only, I'm not lucid.
I'm freaking out right now and wondering just what I have done to her. I grab a pair of scissors and try to threaten her with them, but she just yanks them out of my hand with monster strength. Soon, we're both wrestling around with several pairs, trying to kill each other. I manage to push her next to the cabinets in the adjoining kitchen, but then...

Lucid Part:

"Oh my god! I'm dreaming,"I shout.
My siblings stiffened in surprise. My other little sister didn't seem to care and my little brother glared at me--but, that isn't anything new. He does that in real life, too.
I didn't care about my other sister's reaction, though. Now, I just wanted to leave. I hate hanging around my house or town in my lucid dreams. Everyone is so dull and lifeless--or trying to kill me--in that area.
So, I wasn't about to get stabbed today. I'll leave out this next part for everyone, but it was a complete struggle.
I won, though.

So, I stole a glance at my other sister and said,"I am not about to be here if that...thing...is still moving."
I whipped out the door and flew off--literally. I think I've been flying out of sheer desperation rather than enjoyment.
Anyways, I said for it to be daytime, but instead my brain just made it rain.
Hardy har har on you, brain.
I love rainy weather.

By now, I had landed in a nice white house. I landed on some pretty blue staircase carpet, but quickly backed away when I saw some couple getting their children ready for school. The moment they walked out of the foyer, I ran outside.
However, I wasn't afraid or cautious here. I don't know why, but the further I travel away from my house or town in my dreams, the more human everyone is.
I rang the doorbell, while one of their kids that was already waiting for the bus was outside. I said hi as they looked at me curiously. Suddenly, the wife looked out the window and saw me. Opening the door, she asked what I needed.
"...I'm...Wow, uh...This is a dr..."
"Yes, I know what you're saying. No need to get upset that this is the Dreamworld."
She smiled at me and I finally got a good look at her. She was a slightly overweight woman of average height with dark red hair that reached her shoulders and a face that put her age at about late 30s or early 40s. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a purple sweater.

"Thank god. Wait, I've asked this before, but doesn't it make you kind of annoyed if someone asks or tells you that you're not real?"
The woman, who I think was probably named Pamela, smiles and says,"Come inside."
She tells her children to leave for the bus and as we are walking in the house, she talks.
"You see, in what you call the real world, many of you believe that is the only reality. Well, in what you call the dream world, this is our real world. It is our reality."
I stare at her, then say,"Yeah, but don't people from real life create you?"
She smiles and replies,"Yes. But, don't many of you believe that a god created you? What makes that so much different?"
I look at her in wonder and I can't help but think that I wish this woman was real.

Pamela leads me into a sort of massage room where a man is standing nearby. He is in his forties and he is bald on top. He looks at me with interest and she says,"She's from the other world."
"Ah. Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm her husband."
I nod and say,"It's nice to meet you, too, sir."
We shake hands and I ask what they're doing in here. Apparently, the man has back problems and his wife is going to massage his back in their massage room. I'm talking to them about random things for a long time when I notice a pile of cooked bacon. Pamela explains that her husband is a huge fan of it. I really want a piece because it smells delectable. She actually did say I could have a piece. No, that isn't right.
She offered to make me breakfast. However, I left before I could take her up on that offer.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. I really take a good look at them, fully expecting for their appearances to change, for the scenery to change. But, nothing is different. It is literally like real life, and it is a wonder that I don't relapse back into a state where I think I'm actually awake.
Noting that there is an enormous mirror, I take a look at my appearance. I look normal, except for the acne covering my forehead.
Crap! It's high school hell all over again! Hah! And I bet this is before I started drinking tons of water to get rid of this.

I try to get rid of it, but I can't for some reason.
Giving up, I realize I've been wanting to find my dream guide. I explain this to Pamela and her husband.
"You're welcome to shout for it as much as you'd like,"she says.
"Thanks."
For some reason, I can't make the words out correctly and I end up sputtering out,"Subconscious, I want to see my subconscious!"
Then...Uh, things got slightly weird. This small figure wearing a grey hoody comes up to me. It is on a scooter skateboard thing and I take a good look at the...thing's face. There's nothing there. Just a black pool of nothingness. I knock it down, and some of the pool comes out.
"F*** off. Get out of here."
I push the thing away, visibly disturbed. Nearby, that couple just can't help but laugh about this. Not my foul mouth, but what came in.
I try to say it again and I finally manage something. Now, I wait for my dream guide. That person never come, though.
I look at Pamela and her husband and say that I need to leave. They nod and tell me goodbye.
"Damn. I might not get that breakfast after all,"I grumble as I run out.
I ran and ran until I made it to an airport terminal. I look at all the people when my eyes lead me straight to one particular woman. She is an overweight black woman with honey colored hair and an extremely intelligent and knowing look on her face. She was looking straight at me with a smirk now. Somehow, I felt drawn to this woman. She hands me some sweet and I eat some. It actually tasted like food. I don't finish it, though.
Then, she proceeds to tell me that my dream guide left me a note explaining that she was sick and tired of everything. I quite listening after this. Because, I have a sinking suspicion that she is actually my dream guide--but, she is screwing around with me.
I had a good reason to think this, by the way. I cannot accurately describe this, but when I saw this woman, I felt...connected and drawn to her. She felt entirely different from anyone else.
The rest of the dream just involved me trying to get back to Pamela's house for breakfast. Too bad I woke up.