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Lucid Dreaming
Lucid Dream #1a
I am a small boy playing with some unknown toys on my family room coffee table. The coffee table stands about a foot and a half off of the ground and is three foot by three foot wide. There are seashells trapped inside glass on the center of the table. A stereo is on my right and a fireplace is on my left. I am sitting at the edge of the table with my legs underneath. My back is against the brown plush sofa. I am there with my family. My parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.
A trap door opens up underneath of the table. Two arms reach up from the trapdoor and grab my legs. They try and pull me under the table, but I hang on for dear life. I try to scream but I cannot seem to find my voice. No sound comes out. I am pulled into the darkness. Nobody even notices.
An unknown man crawls out from a trapdoor on the side of a busy highway. This is where the trapdoor from underneath of my coffee table let out. The man is disheveled and crazy looking. He has longish, dirty blonde hair. He is wearing a denim vest with the sleeves ripped off and blue jeans. He is crawling on the ground carrying a sack behind him. Inside the sack is me.
The sack becomes caught on something sharp and rips open. I tumble out of the sack, but the unknown man does not notice. I watch in horror as he continues to crawl on his hands and knees right onto the busy freeway, carrying the empty sack. A car strikes him and runs over his head. His head splits open, and straw spills out as if he were nothing but a scarecrow.
I wake up. My heart is racing. I am five.
Lucid Dream #1b
I am a small boy playing on my swing set in my backyard. I climb the ladder of my slide and sit on the topmost step. I dangle my legs and feet under the slide and kick loudly and melodically on the metal slide creating a drumming effect. I look to my right and I see my neighbors that do not like me very much. I look to my left and see my family that loves me very much.
I look down at the end of the slide and notice a pair of hands. They are protruding from under the slide. The hands move up the slide fast and I feel someone grab my leg. An unseen man tells me that if I make any sound, he will kill me and thenl kill my parents. I cannot see him, but for some reason I know he is the brother of the man that kidnapped me. I think they may be twins. This must be his revenge for me getting him killed in the other dream.
I wake up. My heart is pounding. I am six.
Lucid Dream #2
I am a small boy and I am angry for (no) an unknown reason. I walk down to the foyer and sling the door open to my dark and ominous basement. When the light was on, the unfinished basement was musty and dank. It was adorned with the requisite cinderblock walls, metal piping, circuit breaker and mouse traps full of peanut butter. I would only go down there if I absolutely had to, and only during the day.
I do not turn on the light this time and gaze into the darkness below. The darkness becomes an entity of its own, causing me great fear. I begin to scream obscenities down into the demon lurking below. I neither hear nor see any response to my insults, but I start to feel something deep inside of my heart that I never felt before. My heart swells with an infinite amount of dread and I experience a level of fear I never thought possible.
I wake up. My heart thumping. I am ten.
Alternate Ending (one-time): … experience a level of fear that I never thought possible. I reach for the door handle and slam the basement door closed. Standing behind the door is the unknown denim-wearing man (or maybe his twin brother). He is holding a six-inch knife. His eyes are hysterical with madness and a murderous grin is plastered on his lips.
I wake up. My heart thudding. I am seven.
Lucid Dream #3
I am on top of a row of skyscraper buildings made out of flashlights. I jump from flashlight to flashlight with ease. Every time I land on one of the flashlight buildings, a beam of light illuminates me. I feel weightless as I bounce around from flashlight building to flashlight building. I am chasing somebody, but I cannot see them, nor do I remember who they are.
I miss in one of my jumps and I fall. As I plummet downwards towards and unseen ground below, I am happy.
I wake up. It is my birthday. My parents got me Castle Greyskull. I am eight and I am happy.
Lucid Dream #4
I am a small boy and outside at recess during elementary school. There is a race to see who is the fastest kid on the playground. We all line up and take our places. Someone says go and we all start to run.
I take off, my legs moving underneath of me like a locomotive. I am running so fast that my feet start to gently lift off the ground. I start to ascend. It is a slow ascent at first, but before I know it, I am flying.
I enjoy the flying at first until I fly above the clouds. When I get there, I forget how to fly and plummet towards the tiny little earth below. I am reminded of Wile E. Coyote in a Road Runner cartoon. I plunge down at terminal velocity, flailing my arms in a futile attempt to regain my newly-forgotten power.
I wake up. My heart is convulsive. I am nine.
Lucid Dream #5
I am a small boy and I win a contest. I am brought to a toy store and told I can have anything I want. I am really into G.I. joe toys and run to the action figure aisle. I fill my cart with everything I can find. I want all of the figures my friends have that I don’t.
I grab Cobra Commander. I grab Serpentor. I grab Snake Eyes. I grab Storm Shadow. I grab a dozen B.A.T.S. I grab Zartan and Zarana. I grab Tomax and Xamot. I even grab a few Cobra-La from the movie.
I open the toys. I play with the toys. I add the toys to my collection and take inventory of them.
I wake up. My heart is disappointed. I am ten.
(C) 2009 James Marcoff
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