Sweven

Happy Lucid Dreaming Day. Adding the couple of lucid encounters I had this month so far.

10th

A shifty sound. Wake! Behold gentle night and a strange shadow that shivers midst shadow. Rectangular head upon skeletal frame. Stare into the glare of too tiny eyes. Grimace at the sight of dagger lined lips. "It's a dream. Are you trying to scare me?"

Wake

Sit up. "Still dreaming." Look for the thing. It is gone. "You can't scare me," I sing to whatever will hear. "I am invincible as long as I have this..." Put out my palm. Nothing. Try three more times and finally flourishes my totem. A crystal ball enwrapped in waves of flames floats above my flattened palm.

Wake

Sit up. "I was lucid. Must write this down." Reach for my journal. "Is this still a dream..."

Wake

Sit up. "I was lucid." Reach for my journal. Scribble the shapes of my dreams.