LUCID

This dream was much longer but right now I can only recall the moment I became lucid. I tried to commit the whole thing into memory but I kept slipping back into a dream when I went over it in my head. I think I was too tired. I should have tried to slip back into lucidity but I was busy trying to recall the dream.

I was standing in my house in a bedroom. The room that used to be the computer room. My friend was there aswell. I knew it was supposed to be him but we was just a silohette of a man. Something about this combined with whatever I was dreaming about did not make sense. Slowly I grasped the fact that I was dreaming. I said I was dreaming. I told my friend "I am dreaming". I stared to rub my hands together because I did not want to wake up. Then I took a step closer and grabbed his shirt. I could not rub my hands so I rubbed a thumb and index finger. I said, "listen we are in a dream. In my head I repeated "I am dreaming, I am dreaming." He did not seem to want to believe me or care. He handed me a book and said "Read this it will save your life." He doest not look like my friend at all. I looked at the book. It looked like an empty dust jacket. I did not see a title but it had a head shot of a man in a suit. I did not pay enough attention what the man looked like because I was starting to wake up. Was it George Noory or George Bush? I did think that book was important and for some reason I felt I needed to know something. I looked around the room. Getting dim now. I saw a phone on the wall. It was green. I though I would see if anybody had something to tell me. I grabbed it felt it in my and and felt it press to my ear. Then, nothing. I was drifting in a black void. No sound, no sense of touch. Then, that familiar fuzzy tingle of waking. I realized I was lying in bed with my eyes closed.

Why would he tell me to read this book?
Do you think it was a true message of importance?