yumiko27

Non-Lucid Part

It's a little blurry, but I remember stealing something from a slightly cluttered store. All of a sudden, a bunch of police officers were trying to beat me with sticks, so I stole a machete and started cutting them up.
Ah, I don't have anything against police officers in real life, but I am much less...reserved...in my dreams.
They were starting to alarm me in the same way I get alarmed when I'm playing a racing video game and the other racer is about a second behind me and the finish line is approximately thirty feet away. As I pushed over a rack of clothes on some other cops, I suddenly became lucid.

Lucid Part

Suddenly feeling stupid, I looked around and saw that various customers were laughing or smirking at me. So, I cut off their heads in a vengeance. Once again, I assure you that I would not behave so heinously in real life.
I walked up to a pretty cashier, who was also grinning at me. This also pissed me off, and I slit her throat and cut off her right hand.
....
Right, so anyways...She continues to smirk and now I'm interested. I will never forget this woman. She had pale blue eyes and fair white skin with a pink tinge to it. Prettiest of all was the creamy blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Seeing me eye her hair, the cashier put on a brown cap.
"Why did you...Arrgh...Well, it will displease you when I tell you you're not real and this is a dream!"
She smirked and I noticed that her hand was back in place and the neck wound was beginning to heal.
"Are we? Are we really in a dream,"she said with that same annoying smirk and heavy sarcasm in her voice.
I gazed long and hard at her and replied in a flat tone,"Yeah, we are."
She didn't respond to that and she didn't need to. I knew that she knew it was all a dream and that she was only making fun of me. I didn't bother to do any reality checks--not that I ever have to, given my personality--and decided to talk to this rather interesting DC.
"Um, sorry about that..."
She looked at me with false innocence.
"The cuts, moron."
"The cuts are healed, as you can see."
She held up her hand and pointed to her neck. I briefly thought it was good, because it meant the others had healed as well. My thoughts were interrupted as the woman exclaimed,"It wouldn't matter anyways, since you were the one who wanted the wounds on all of us healed. Ah, you and your odd way of looking at things."
She looked at me with a fierce intensity.
"You know what we are."
I returned her fierce gaze, and was about to respond, but she cut me off with a wave of her fully healed hand. The sarcastic smirk back on her face, she asked if there was anything I needed.
"Uh, yes. Take off that ugly hat. Your hair is too pretty to be kept up in that."
"Not after the commotion you caused."

The next thing I know, I'm with two of my three younger siblings and I'm cussing like a sailor.
It all involves the cashier, but I get over it really quickly. I glance at the television with delight.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I can complete my most important dream goal!"
I turn to my brother and sister and exclaim," We're gonna see if Spongebob is on, kids!"
I turn on the set and faintly realize that I have cable in my dreams. I flip through the channels and I am more and more irritated.
Would you like to know what on?
Nothing but American football games and jewelry infomercials. Though, I must admit that I was pleased that my favorite team was winning on one of the channels.
Finally, I get to a channel that is talking about a new episode of Spongebob involving Mr. Krabs. I clench my fist in triumph and turn around to give Katie and Ross the good news.
"We're watching Spongebob and I don't care that I'm too old for it!"
I turned around and...
...I woke up.
Oh, believe me. I was not happy.