Megan got gassed in the boat house, I'm pretty sure that I was the one who gassed her. I'm not sure why I did it, but I brought her home and laid her down in my bed for a while. She was nude and I guess urges settled in and I started to touch her chest and butt.

I then realized that she had been out for a long time, so I put my hand on the wrong side of her chest to feel her heart. Now she was both Megan and a magazine in one. I put my ear against the cover and her body, I heard a pulse, but was pretty sure that it was in my own ear.

Shit, I had accidentally killed her. I knew that I had to get rid of the body. I would sleep on it and hope that she woke up by morning, which she didn't. I walked downstairs and saw that there was an inch of snow on the ground, meaning that the dirt would be frozen, making it impossible to bury her.

It's June, there shouldn't be snow on the ground, I thought. I was now fairly certain that I was in a dream. My brother, Shayna, and my mom were under the fan in the kitchen. I thought about trying to fly, but thought that if I wasn't dreaming I would sure look stupid so I looked around for another sign.

I got into the living room and noticed the couch before realizing that I was in the old house. I want to see if I can hurt my brother so I walk back into the kitchen and punch at him. He blocked it and we started to fight. I wasn't the normal blackbelt that I am, I was throwing flaky strikes and my hands and his blocks quickly blurred out.

"Stop for a second," I told my brother as I stopped and looked at my hands. He didn't stop, but I wasn't paying attention to him so he couldn't hit me. My hands regained some clarity so I decided to try something fun. I jumped straight up through the cieling. It felt like I broke through styrofoam.

I was now upstairs in my old room, my brother was tele-ported there and still was trying to fight me. I pushed off the ceiling and stomped through my floor with my left leg and fell back down to the kitchen.

That was fun so I tried again, this time I didn't punch straight through, I made a hole, which remained, and I fell back down. I jumped again, grabbing a beam and batting away some plaster before falling again. I made one more jump to clear the hole and then looked up.

I could see a pointed roof and a bare lightbulb, not my old room, maybe the attic. I jumped up and grabbed a beam and pulled myself up effortlessly, it was like I weight just a few pounds.

I held myself there and kicked one of the lights to see if turning lights on and off in a dream was really that difficult. The light went out fine for me. I wanted to try a dimmer switch so I turned around. I was now standing on the floor, not holding the beam anymore.

This was an attic room with a pointed roof. "Where am I now?" I asked my brother, who said nothing. There was a bed in front of me and beside it was a chair with a green backpack on it. The dream was getting unstable and the backpack turned into a black purse right in front of my eyes.

At the foot of the bed was another, smaller bed about eighteen inches by three feet long. My brother was sitting on it. I looked around, there was a dresser at the foot of the shorter bed and a deck of cards was on it. I saw that the top card was facing up, it was the king of hearts. I picked up the deck and showed the king to my brother.

"Does this mean anything?" I asked him to interpret it. He said nothing. "Are you my brother?" I asked, not sure now. It was my brother's body but I knew that dream characters may take other forms. He fell over and fell asleep in the tiny bed.

I remembered the lucid task for the month and called for Lucy, my dog. Then the dream faded.

Blue was normal, green was the lucidity. The dream was really clear and I was looking for things with meaning, nearly immediately after thinking that I noticed the cards. I was calm the whole time, really didn't have any emotions out of the ordinary. Megan had a little crush on me, but is a few years younger than me and I'm not interested in her. My brother and I get along just fine and I attacked him because I knew it wasn't real.