Osmodin

I was standing in my room holding a ciggaret. I knew I was dreaming and thought maybe I should have an adventure. But the I looked at the thing in my hand and wanted to test my dream control abilities. I focused on it imagining it getting hotter and hotter and picturing an ember spreading. I focused so hard I was worried I would wake up. But I didn't, I was able to make it start glowing and it then engulfed in a bigger flame than I expected. I then smoked it, it wasn't like what my parents said it would be like. I then told my DC mom about it and she gratzed me on dream fire. The dream ended.

Strangely mom doesn't mind me being lucid, yet dad gets angry when he finds out I am lucid. Mom even helps me sometimes.