Zelgius

Lucid! Advanced Task completed!

The dream goes on for what seems to be an hour, with many things happening that I can't recall. I vaguely remember asking my sister to look at my back and see if I have a tumor. Anyways, I'm with my classmates heading to class for the first day of school. We get to the door (for some reason our new homeroom is in the grammar school hallway) and I look at the detention log and somehow that reminds me: I'm now senior. So I say aloud to my friends, "Woah guys, I just realized: we're seniors now! It's our last year of high school!" They all look stunned and amazed by this revelation. Then I think to myself, "Wait a second... I'm not a Senior... I'm a Junior..." Dream check. DREAMING. I announce to my friends, "I'm dreaming! Clap for me!" Everyone cheers and whistles at my victory. I can only think of how trivial this moment is, and while they are accurate representations of the appearances and personalities of my friends, they're all false images created by my mind. At some point the scenery had changed, and we're in the Library Lab rather than in a grammar school classroom. I'm pacing around the classroom trying to remember my goal. I am flooded with goals that I think my friends suggested. At some point I consider having a duel with one of them to tell them at school, but I thought this would be a waste of time. I'm more interested in achieving goals and learning. I must have a goal, I would never go to sleep without one... Then I remembered and shouted, "November Task of the Month!" I remembered my induction practicing of what I thought would be an appropriate 'physical model' of Dream Views. I close my eyes and visualize the scene. I crouch down as if prepare for a race, then with a surge of energy I charge and rip my eyes open. My first attempt at teleportation: a success. And I even invented my own method without having to think how I would do it. Awesome. The scene is exactly as I had been visualizing it to be in the waking reality: a green hill jutting randomly above the horizon with the backdrop of a cloudy blue sky. I charge up the hill towards the dream characters that I imagined to be members of the Dream Views community. As I get closer, I begin to see them better. They're dressed exactly the same, all they're clothes grey and their skin a slightly lighter shade of the same color. They're all slouched and have no faces, just blank zombie like positions as they stumble around 'interacting' with one another. The meaning hits me: I'm just a speck of a person among a community of cookie-cutter stereotypes. I have no importance, nor do any of these 'individuals.' Maybe a reflection of how I view the world? I try conversing with one, but they all seem to convey the same message to me: that it doesn't make a difference. While this may seem depressing, it was actually nearly joyous in the dream. All I could do is marvel at the revelation that was before me; what dreams could show me. I walk around for about a minute longer among the zombies, then decide that this was enough for one dream. I wake up to record my experience.