The Lucid Book

Lucidity: not lucid, somewhat distorted. I was in a small café, I think the same one I was in in the previous journal. I was seated by myself, having a coffee. DN came into the café with her boyfriend and sits right next to me.

We greeted, but her boyfriend didn’t really say anything (exactly how it happened at the bus stop). He sat there looking at his phone. DN got up and came closer, and I gave her a hug. “Maybe later,” I told her, and I disappointedly left the café. I don’t recall what the context was.

Lucidity: mostly lucid. I went out with KK like that day last year. I took her to this bistro/café, a somewhat modern one, furnished with mahogany. We were both seated, eating a typical breakfast, talking back and fourth. We kissed twice.

We were getting up to leave the restaurant, but then we ran into my parents, and OC. This surprised me, since I don’t think I’ve been in a lucid state where I’ve seen my parents, ever. I woke up—it was 3:32am.

I went back into lucidity, and was back in the café, seated with my parents. It was dark out. KK was still outside; I motioned for her to sit with us. More food were on the table. I didn’t eat. KK sat at the edge of the table, looking up occasionally with forced smiles. My dad looked at me disapprovingly. He shot a bunch of questions my way, asking where KK worked, where she lived, where she studied. It was quite uncomfortable. It’s weird—my parents in the dream were so much different from who they are in real life.

I got up, and walked out the doors, only to find myself back at the same table—except KK was no longer there.

I walked back into the door, and appeared at the OLS parking lot, but it was busy and hustling like when they would have the DA festival. I was with one of my friends; I could hear his voice, but I didn’t recognize it. Every time I looked at his face, it would blur. An event guide took me through the fair, and we ended up walking through this dark, covered hall where people were gathered around this street vendor serving food. It was a small little booth.

I ended up getting some food from there, and sat in the midst of the crowd. I saw my grandmother to my left, and my dad to my right. We didn’t talk.

Lucidity: somewhat lucid. I was at some kind of family dinner party. I think it was Christmas, or Thanksgiving, but I don’t recall any decorations around the house. It might have been Christmas though, I do remember bright present boxes. I was not familiar with the house I was in—it was a sty. I was sitting on the couch and tried to change the channel for the TV, but couldn’t find the remote. I assumed it would be stuck between the sofa seats, so I reached in with my hands but instead of a remote I got a handful of rotten food. It was disgusting. I decided I didn’t want to eat anything that was at the dinner table. I guess I got bored—there was nothing for me to do, so I opened a door and hoped for something else.

Next thing I recall is being in this three-storey building. The first floor was empty—I flew up all the way to the third floor. There was this narrow hallway at the top of a set of stairs. There were two security guards, both speaking Russian. They wore grey trench coats with some kind of stitched red logos. One was a male and one was female. They kept on talking—it was as if I was invisible. I looked past them, into the room they’re guarding. There’s this giant TV screen that showed the weirdest shit, similar to that torture sequence from Clockwork Orange. A bunch of people were being tortured and killed, mixed in with random government propaganda. Past the screen are cookie-cutter style office blocks, with women sitting motionless in their office chairs, each in front of a smaller screen that showed the same creepy stuff. The two security guards turned to look at the TV screen, and laughed.

I went down to the second floor and met up with a friend. I can’t remember his face, though, so I had no idea who he was. The second floor turned out to be a narrow, cluttered convenience store. I entered, but then I saw NR crouched down and shushed me, mouthing the words, “Shut the fuck up.” I didn’t understand why but I did what I was told, so did my friend. We waited in silence for what seemed like a long time. Out of nowhere NR threw us this thin metal rod, no bigger than my pinky. It looked like a needle, but it had the thickness of a toothpick. My companion and I looked at each other, not knowing what to do. JN appeared at the stairs from the third floor, and looked at me. NR motioned for her to leave. She ran back up the stairs.

I took a piece of paper and wrote NS a note, not knowing what’s going on. Before I could finish the first word, someone rolled out this one aisle in a rolling chair. It was NR, which made no sense to me. There were two NRs. The guy on the rolling chair looked exactly like ND except he carried a gun. The two NRs locked eyes, and the one with the gun shot the one that was crouched next to me. I didn’t hear a gunshot but I knew NR was dead. I grabbed the thin metal rod, and it came apart to two pieces. I figured it was some kind of dart? I threw it at the NR with a gun, but missed. I didn’t know what to do so I started running into another aisle. NR’s gun followed. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my leg. My whole body vibrated, and went cold. My vision blurred and darkened to black. I quickly woke up.

Lucidity: mostly vivid. I woke in a never-ending, orange-green field. There were no clouds, but the sun coloured the sky with orange. In my hand was a green umbrella. Green is not exactly my favourite colour; I made it red. The grass I was standing on reached up to my knees. Just a few meters away, I saw people from my university class. Right in the middle of everyone was this big, elaborate formation I can only describe as an umbrella fort. I flew closer. The whole this was just this spherical structure, made up of umbrellas of all colours. Picture the balloons on the “Up” poster, and replace each of the balloons with umbrellas. I don’t remember seeing specific people, but I do remember seeing AC, holding an umbrella with the brightest shade of red. She was the most animated one, in the midst of my classmates and the umbrellas. AC danced around, laughing, and catching onto as many umbrellas as she could. I danced with her.

I started to lose focus. There was a distraction. There was another group of people, far from us. They didn’t move, not at all. They huddled in this small group, far away into the distance. Their clothes were white, with some kind of blue text or logo, but they were so small I couldn’t make out what that blue said, and I couldn’t make out their faces. A dark cloud loomed over them. Slowly, I floated away from my group of friends. The sky got darker. I approached this set of old, worn concrete stairs (similar to the one in by NA’s house). This woman came down the stairs and looked at me. She resembled some kind of fitness instructor, plain white shirt, with dark blue running pants, hair bundled up beneath a tight-fitting cap. She told me, “Let’s begin.” I didn’t know why, but I didn’t like her. It was a bit scary at this point. She was waiting for me at the door on top of the stairs, motionless. I decided it was a good idea not to go with her. I turned around, and faced the door I spawned. I took a step inside. Darkness.