Corax2009
Level 4 Oneironaut

This spontaneous lucid dream occurred a few nights ago...

I was much younger than I am now, in a van with some very quiet, very unfriendly people that are supposed to be my family, though they have no resemblance to my family in real life.

I'm in the back, hoping the tension stays silent.

I look in the driver mirror and see my reflection. Hmm. Since when did my hair start getting long? (I'm bald in the waking world by choice, receding by nature)

Hmp. That's nice. I brush it around. Yeah. It really IS as long as it looks. How bout that. I look away from the mirror absent-mindedly and look back.

My reflection is bald.

Hold on. I'm waiting for the "inner awareness" to kick in that yes, yes this is a dream. But my environment doesn't adopt that less-than-real quality I get in most of my lucid dreams.

Things are just too real...

However I make up my mind that this IS a dream and I demand to be let out of the vehicle. "Pull over! Pull over!"

My 'mother' freaks out at me as I exit the van, but I call her a bitch and tell her to leave me alone I'm not quite like that when I'm awake. Really.

Aaaaand I lose lucidity, but I wake up thinking it grand to have my wits about me enough when I saw the mirror.