Lost Pages

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

---

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008:

Lucid Dreaming Attempt 4

Method: WBTB (Wake-Back-To-Bed)

Notes: After waking myself up in 30 minute intervals I found myself not dreaming at all. If I had dreamed I had no recollection of it or any of the events that occurred. I also find myself extremely drowsy, almost as though I hadn't slept period.

I close my journal, sighing heavily at yet another failed attempt. I rub my sleepy eyes and stretch, setting my journal on my nightstand beside my rocket shaped lamp I had as a child. I arrived at my childhood home last night, and am staying until the day after Thanksgiving. I'm not usually that fond of my family, mostly because they all pressure me with what I want to do with my life, but I had to come for my mom. Ever since my dad passed, two years ago from a stroke, my mom invites as much family as she possibly can.

I glance over at my old alarm clock, beat up from me slamming down on the snooze button for years, to see it reads 10:37 am in bright red, analog numbers. I run my hands through my mess of light brown hair, throw on my glasses and stand up, preparing myself to face my mom and siblings. One older sister and her new husband, and a younger brother who will still live at home for another four years.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs the smell of bacon and pancakes hit my nose, reminding me of many years of coming down the stairs for breakfast before school. My sister is, of course, already downstairs sitting at the table, an open book in her hands.

"G'morning, Toby." She greets me in such an overly chipper tone that almost makes me sick.

"Morning, Samantha." I reply in an almost mocking tone. Sam had always been the favorite of the family. Most popular girl, prom queen, straight A's, my parents were always comparing me to her. She had always acted super sweet around my parents but whenever we were alone, she nearly instantaneous turned it around and started acting snobby and annoying. But, we're older now, so I decide I'm going to suck it up and hope she's changed for the better, It's only a few days after all.

"Morning, mom." I say, taking my seat across from Sam. "Where's Max?"

"Good Morning." She turns around and gives me a brief smile before turning back towards her pan. "And probably still dead asleep in his room. He'll be down as soon as the smell of bacon reaches his room."

"I didn't even get to see him after I got home last night." I say. "I got home too late. But... Still asleep, you say?" A childishly mischievous grin creeps across my face. "I'll be riiiiight back." My grin continuing to hold as I sneak back upstairs. I slowly open the door, remembering that it creaks if opened too quickly, to find my sleeping little brother in his bed, fast asleep, wearing the headset he loved so. I could hear the sound of the game he was playing quietly through the headphone speakers. Quietly, I shuffle over to his bed and crank his volume to full blast. I fall to the floor laughing as he practically leaps out of his own skin, screaming in terror.

"Morning little bro!" I exclaim in between laughing fits.

"You suck, Toby!"

"Good to see you too. Come on mom's got bacon cooking downstairs." I reply, moving off the floor and start heading towards the door. He's almost to the door before I even get the last word out of my mouth. "That kid really loves his bacon." I mumble, laughing to myself lightly.