Amurehna

Non-lucid
Lucid
False Awakening
I've fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of the day and this is what I got.

I'm in my house, laying on the couch. Everything is in its place and it all feels right. My boyfriend comes into the room and starts to pick a fight with me, it was over something really stupid but I can't remember what it was. He leaves the room, still fighting with me from another. I feel compelled to follow him but instead I roll over and go back to sleep.
I'm in my house, laying on the couch. everything is in its place and it all feels right. My boyfriend is in the kitchen, talking to me. I get up and the world shifts around me. It feels sluggish and my vision keeps warping the room. I walk into the kitchen,
"Hey! This is really weird. I think I'm still asleep."
"Let's watch Supernatural." He says, walking past me into the living room.
"Didn't you hear me? Something weird is happening."
"Are we going to watch this or not?" He asks.
I frown in response, bothered by how he's ignoring what's happening to me, but I follow him. He sits down on the couch with his coffee and waits for me to put in the dvd. I seize one of the cases and put it down with more force than is necessary, annoyed that for some reason I'm expected to do this. Why can't he put the damn dvd in the player? I put it in and turn on the tv. I look at the screen, the play menu keeps blending with an episode making it hard to watch. The then realize it isn't Supernatural but Beauty and the Beast.

"Sorry, this is season 5 of Beauty and the Beast."
"Let's watch it anyway."
"You want to start at the end?"
"Sure."

It bothers me because I realize he doesn't care at all about the story, I wonder if that extends to everything we watch together that I suggest to him. Everything goes blurry and I hold my head, waiting for it to stop.
When it does I'm laying on the couch. Everything is in its place and feels right. I experience a moment of vertigo but it passes. My boyfriend comes into the room and picks a fight with me, and then storms off outside to mow the yard. The front door is open. I move to follow him and run into a small desk pushed against the wall beside the door. I resist the urge to overturn it. It seems extremely stupid that we have a computer right here, and that it's not even centered on the desk. As I move it into the middle I realize why we had it offset, it's sort of...school desk shaped. It's got an uneven side that reminds me of a bottle neck.

"Now I'm questioning everything!" I hear him say. "If you've lied to me about this, what else have you lied about?"

It still seems like a really stupid thing to make him call our relationship into question. I roll my eyes. He starts working and I go into the garage to fix something. The garage door is open and right at the edge of it I can see he's talking to his dad who, per usual, has asked when we're getting married.

"I don't even know if I want to be married now!" He snaps. As he says it he lifts his head and shoots me a look. I'm deeply offended.
"REALLY? Right now? Right there on the yard?" I snap back. He ignores me. Fine. I leave the garage and as I step back into the main part of the house I have more vertigo. This time the unreality of the situation strikes me. Besides, wasn't it raining when I fell asleep?

I shake my head, annoyed, and go to my room to get my shoes. Everything looks as it should, except the colors are more vivid. Movement is easy, like I could jump or fly if I wished. Like I'm weightless. I put on my shoes and jog back out to the living room. I look out the open door and the tree on our patio has large white flowers, near the center it becomes dark pink. The shape suggests an orchid. I decide I'm wasting my time standing here arguing. I run out onto the patio. Why stay here when I can do whatever I want? I look up into the sky, an elegant branch full of flowers hangs down just out of arms reach. I can do anything. I crouch and then leap skyward. At first all I can do is grab the branch.

"Let's try that again." I say, then jump again.

I feel weightless and full of energy. I climb the branch hand-over-hand like it's a rope, I notice there is fruit mixed in with the flowers, they look almost like already cut quarters of a peach but they are dark brown. They smell wonderful. I release the branch and jump down to the roof of the house, fruit in hand. As I walk, I eat. I briefly see the house from overhead. When I see the layout it feels like I've come home, though I've never been to a place like it.
It's got a wide, flat, tan roof. There's a lower section of roof over part of the patio, hugging top right corner of the house in an L shape. I can see the dark vividly green grass, more like moss here. The trees lining the wire fence, hiding everything beyond it.
There are many animals on the roof. I startle several birds. A raccoon-like creature regards me warily. I drop a piece of fruit at its feet and will it to eat. It does so reluctantly.
Anything. Anything. What will I do? I do not want to fly. Besides, the dream has made the boundaries clear and if I have to focus on flying and creating something knew outside the fenced area I'll probably wake up.
I scout the edges of the roof and smile when I see the gate. Of course, my way out.
I drop lithely to the grass below and lope to the gate. I try to walk through when light pink bands of energy repulse me. I frown and look at the guard who just appeared.

"Hey, you wanna let me out?" I ask.
"We're under orders to---"
"To let me out?"
He frowns at me, nonplussed that I'm being difficult.
"Listen..."
"Nooo. YOU listen. I live here, I can leave if I want. If anything happens to me I promise I won't throw you under the bus."

He very reluctantly unbands the energy and allows me to go through. As I'm stepping out to the clear faintly pink bridge beyond I think

"Well, this is new and interesting." Since it isn't remotely like anywhere I've been or imagined, and doesn't match a game I've played. I waggle my fingers at him to say goodbye and then I run across the bridge, then up a ramp. I'm almost out, thank god.

There's an arched doorway ahead. I duck inside and immediately see the rectangle of bright light on the other side of the room, the next and final doorway. A tall man in red robes blocks the light and glares at me.

"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm leaving." I say, glaring at him.
"So you'll just throw it all away? You know what's expected."
"I don't CARE. I don't want any of it."

I notice a wall, it rises out of the floor at a slant, on the other side of it are lit candles and pictures. An alter for my sister's family, an alter for my brother's. I know this means that they have long since died, but they have done their duty to continue the line, by bearing children.

"They need your children. They will be the most adept."
"I. Don't. Care. I want to leave."
"You can't defy me this way! Do you know who I am?"
I glare at him over my shoulder, absently picking up one of the pictures. "Do you know who I am? After all I've been through, everything I've done for this miserable little world, all I have LOST. You can't make me stay."
"Oh? And who are you?"
I am speaking as Saja even though I have not become her like I usually do. "Are you saying you can't tell?"
"It doesn't matter, I still have to stop you."
"Go ahead and try."

He has strayed from the door. I drop the picture and dart past him. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me off to the side, as I'm rounding to face him.

"Prove it then." He says, drawing his hand back up over his head.

A pinkish-purple energy orb appears in his palm. He throws it at me. I hold out my hand to stop it and absorb it into my palm. It tingles. He looks surprised, especially when I throw it back, but now it's faintly disc shaped and white. He grabs it but instead of absorbing the energy it spreads all over his skin and flickers orange like fire. I charge toward him.
"Ah.Oomeht.Kaelish. Oruk-ti. Ah.vet.MAH." I say it with quiet conviction. I hold my hand out and try to snap to ignite the stuff on his skin (a la Colonel Mustang). But the priest grabs my hand in his fist, making it impossible to move my fingers. We grapple for a tense moment.
He looks disconcerted.
"Didn't you hear me?" I ask.
We end up saying the words together, and I'm amazed that I remember them perfectly.
"So you're an angel, makes no difference to me. You cannot leave."

Spoiler for Random racy scene between myself and another woman. I'm amused to realize she's about Liam's height. My subconscious has a SERIOUS problem.:

Aaaaand then it gets weird. I have no idea what happens here. The camera pulls out and I no longer look like myself but Brienne of Tarth and the man is now a woman with long honey blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. We stand there, holding onto each other. It's kind of an embrace.
"My place isn't here." I say. She agrees with me and we study each others faces. I know she will allow me to go. First though...
I separate from the scene again and Bree leans forward and kisses the girl squarely on the mouth. Watching, I'm really confused why that's happening. WTF?
Then they start to make out. Suddenly I'm the girl with the ponytail and she is bearing me to the ground, settling between my legs and grinding against me. It feels amazing, and real and sharp.

The world wavers and I wonder why the pleasure should feel so real. I tilt my head back and I come to the conclusion that it's something that's happening in the waking world. Even though Bree is sitting back on her heels, I can feel a head on my chest. I run my fingers through their hair, it's long and smooth. My boyfriend, obviously. I allow myself to wake up.

Except that I don't. He sits up and smiles at me. I'm disappointed that he woke me before I could finish the dream and I don't really feel like having sex. He gets up and I follow him into the kitchen. The front door is open. Suddenly a girl I used to work with, Brittany, who has chin length red hair, comes through the door. I'm confused, because if I'm awake the gate should be locked.
I experience another moment of vertigo and I go to greet her like she's supposed to be here.
She smiles, looking radiant. "Hi! Sorry to drop in on you like this, I just wanted to see if you were going to come to the gathering tonight?"

"Of course we are."
"We can just all head over there together then! Here, let me introduce my husband to you."

Her husband comes in through the door. He is at least 6'5", which is gigantic next to my meager 4'11". I stare up at him. He has blue eyes like Liam and his hair is even a little red, though red-blonde. I'm am suddenly intensely jealous of Brittany. Then I'm distracted because another giant comes through the door. This one is an older man, all around big, a little overweight. He's at least 7 feet tall. I wonder how he came through the door without ducking. I shake her husband's hand, ignoring the familiar flush of tension as I regard his height and how similar his build is to Liam's.

For some reason the party is on our lawn. There are a lot of people milling around. I walk outside and I start to feel sick. I stagger back inside and lean over the trash can at the end of the counter. It's tall, about chest high. At some point it turns into a garbage disposal. I feel like there's something in my throat.
I reach into my mouth and start to pull out long ropes of...something. It looks a little like hair with strings of meat and some white stuff. A couple of women come inside and stare at me. I'm embarrassed that they're seeing this. Obviously there's something wrong with me. I grab another handful and pull it out, dropping it into the sink. I cough.
One of them says something I can't remember. Then she asks me if I'm okay.

"Oh yes. I'm fine." I say sarcastically. "Sure. Just stand there and watch, that's fine."
They keep staring at me. I cough and grab another handful from the back of my throat.
"This is what happens when eat meat and you haven't had it in a long time." She says.
"But I haven't."

More vertigo as dream memory replaces actual memory, and I remember a steak I ate earlier. Maybe she's right. I think I'm done for now. As I leave the kitchen I realize one of my back teeth is loose. I'm horrified when I spit several molars into my palm. No no...no. Well, I'll have to go to the dentist...at least I make enough money now that it won't be a problem. I lay down on the couch, feeling dizzy.
I wake up for real this time and am vastly relieved to have all my teeth.