My Lucid Reality

I was standing in the elementary school, the halls were long and ominous, they had barriers with bars blocking the entry between one hallway of the school and another.  A pill on the ground a vibrant orange/green stands out, as I touch it I transport through to another part of the school. 

The first dream that I can remember stands out to me, I was in third grade or so at the time, I don’t remember what day it was, my Father was home… so it must have been a weekend.  I approached my Father with my dream, I said “Wouldn’t it be nice if there were a machine to record your dreams?”  He smiled his warm smile, and told me that there was, he had me sit at the table as he pulled this contraption from a closet somewhere, he plugged it in and lightning arched between two metal pillars, it rose to the sky and stopped only to begin again.  While he setup the machine I asked what kind of detail it would record the dream in… he told me that it depended on me.

 I was dazzled as he then handed me a pencil and paper and said “this will enable you to re-live your dream.” (It’s funny, more than twenty years later, I still remember that dream.  He must have been right.)