Hmmm, my favorite dream huh? I had a dream where I was at some pool party, filled with people I didn't recongize. I preform one of my reflexise reality checks, examining the number of fingers on my hands, and low and behold: eight fingers on my right hand. I was so giddy, I almost phased out of my dream. Luckily, I stablized myself quickly. Suddenly, the dull world around me was bright, and vivid, and visceral, and... Well you get the point.
Finally, I thought, I can really explore my world. My first self set goal was to pull my reflection out of the pool. I leaned over the edge of the pool, and stared deep at my reflection. I'm sure it would have returned the stare if it had had a face. I wrapped my hands around it's head and pulled. Unfortunately, it didn't take kindly to the intrusion a pried my hands off, and very nearly forced me out of my dream! I gave up on my reflection, instead stablizing myself and choosing to interregate the party guests.
Now I approached the most detailed guest, a man of, apparently, native-american descent and asked him a single question: "Why do we dream?"
After a suitibly dramatc pause, he spread his arms out, gesturing to the rest of the crowd and replied, "Because we must."
"Because, you must?" I replied. Unfortunately, the guest had suddenly become hostile. They encircled me, preparing to cut off any chance of escape. The man I was speaking to grinned loppsidedly and pulled a crowbar out of thin air.
Deciding thing were getting too dangerous for my lucidity (dream death usually forces me out of the dream), I shot off into the sky. Of course, they followed. At this point, I exercised my lucid powers, both by knocking them out the the sky with Green Lantern-esque force fists, but by speeding up to ludicrous levels. Eventually, I arrived at a posionious forest which they refused to enter, but remained close enough to taunt me, claiming escape was only a temporary measure.
Since this wasn't enough, and since I was still thinking about all the recent fighting, a being with angel wings floated down from the sky and chanllenge me to a duel. Suddenly, the tone shifted to that of a turn-based RPGish battle. By this time I was thinking along the lines of, "I'm getting too old for this shit," and proceeded to break all turn-based conventions and attack out of turn. After my surprisingly quick victory, a text box covered my vision and illegible word scrolled across the 'screen'.
At this point I woke up, and hastly scribbled down some key terms for the dream, and went promptly back to sleep.
The end. TL;DR, am I right? Anyways, I tend to have extremely long dreams, and this one continued, albeit in a modified theme when I went back to sleep, but I've been typing this for the last 20 minutes so I need to stop XD
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