First lucid dream after a long dry spell.
I woke up early in the morning and fell asleep. The next thing I remember is waking up in a room that didn't even remotely resemble my own - save for its spartan furnishing - walking up to the window and opening it, completely aware of the fact that I'm dreaming. I've also been aware that the dream won't last for long, so I decided to take in as much of its bleak, dark beauty as I could before it fades.
And the sight that stretched outside was indeed one to behold. It was night, starless and dark save for the dim, red glow cast on the clouds by the lights of some remote and unseen city. Against this reddish backdrop there grew a forest of tall, bare trees stretching for as far as I could see, their black silhouettes swaying to and fro in the gentle wind.
The sight took my breath for a moment - and then faded, just as I've been expecting. It was almost too good to last for too long.
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