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Lucid Dream 5
Here I am. I’m walking through the home of one of my childhood best friends. I can’t remember how I got here, but I’ve been here a thousand times before. For some reason though, I don’t usually come here within my dreams. After a couple moments, some strange artwork on his wall cues me into the fact that I’m dreaming.
I make my way down toward the basement that had been designated as a playroom for him and his sister when he was a child. We’d spent many hours in that room doing everything from hide and seek to fighting with toys and swords to playing video games. Once the primetime days of elementary school play had wound down and a treadmill and billiards table made their way into the room, we still continued to spend time there even throughout high school.
As I make my way down the steps and into the room, it feels as though it’s in an odd state of suspension. The room is in an eery twilight and toys are scattered about. The room is dark but it looks as though there are dimmed spotlights teetering idly from the ceiling and casting lazy rays of light onto each of the objects on the floor.
I notice suddenly that my cellphone is missing. As I begin checking each of my pockets and removing its contents, a thought occurs to me. If I’m dreaming, nothing in my pockets matters. I take the hoodie, wallet, keys and Nintendo Switch controller bunched together in my arms and…
