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The good news: I HAD TWO LUCID DREAMS!!!

The bad news: I wasted them both.

It was all very confusing.

I was at this family party thingy. My aunt arrived and sat down at the table. My grandma was like "your aunt thinks everybody hates her". People around us went a bit "well, nobody LOOOOVES her", so I felt a bit bad and decided to go over there and say hi to her.

When I got there, I tried my best to be pleasant, but I messed it up and went all "hey, aunt X, how are you!? I'm glad you're here for the party! Why didn't you say hi to us when you arrived?" and she didn't take that very well, so she said she'd curse us all and left.

I wanted to go after her to apologise, but everyone was reacting to her words. I couldn't see anything very well, it was like my eyes were partially closed and I couldn't and I couldn't focus the little that I could see.

This is when I realised I was obviously dreaming. This type of thing only happens in dreams. However, I was sure I was about to wake up, since that always happens when I can't focus my eyes in dreams. So basically it went:

Me: I'm dreaming, obviously! I'll wake up now, though.
Me:
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Me: ...uhm...?
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Me: I guess I was wrong! Okay, this lucid dream is here to stay! Now what should I--

I woke up.

I fell asleep again and I was back to a family gathering. My cousin, my aunt's daughter, was extremely sad. I learnt that my aunt had killed herself, blaming us all for her suicide. I wanted to comfort my cousin, but she didn't want to leave the place. She said her mother was at the elevator. I told her that it was impossible and I went there myself to prove her wrong.

When I got to the elevator, my aunt's "spirit" was haunting it. She laughed maniacally and I flew against the walls of the elevator. I couldn't protect myself against my aunt, so I started praying to God. Somehow, that worked and I was able to get off the elevator, but I was still very confused by the whole thing.

Once again, the whole "I can't focus my eyes" thing happened. I was relieved to find out it had been one bad dream. I took a deep breath and decided what I wanted to do with the dream.

And I woke up again.

Except that I didn't. It was a FA. I "woke up" and I was terrified about the whole thing. I got off "my bed" and I found myself at this weird shop. It was like someone's attic, but full of clothes. My mum told me I could wear something, but I told her I couldn't. I told her that, in my dream, I had promised God I'd be different if he protected me. I felt like he had done it, so I was now under the obligation to keep my promise.

My mum was weary of that - we're not a religious family AT ALL - so we were leaving that place when I ran into my cousin. She was sad about her mother's death - which apparently really had happened, and not just in my dream's dream - and she looked sick.

We tried to help her and we found out her arms and her torso were all cut. There were old scars, from both cutting and burning. It was all very sick and I understood that my aunt had made my cousin do all that from an early age. And now, even though her mother was dead, she couldn't stop doing it. She was also very lost.

We kept trying to get her to open up to us, but it wasn't going very well. I ended up going to this weird house. The dude who lived there asked me for my help and I agreed to help him. Then, my cousin and her brother - also my cousin - arrived there. The first thing they did when they got there was to smile at each other. They said they could feel my aunt's spirit there.

It didn't make me feel good, but I shrugged it off. The dude told us he needed help to hide a body. That was when I realised he was covered in blood, and it wasn't his. I guess my promise to God didn't forbid me from hiding dead bodies, so I went for it. There were people outside trying to see us, they didn't know anybody was inside the house. So I got nervous they'd see me, but I woke up.