At first everything was black.
After a few seconds of deep breathes and slow stretching, I realized I was sitting on a patch of grass.
I looked around and saw a huge forest staring down at me.
I felt oddly calm.
It appeared to be the early morning (based off the color of the sky and the sun rising.)
I slowly got up and turned around; there was sand a few feet away from me and a body of water past it.
Despite being near water, I could not hear the sound of the waves.
Odd.
I decided to approach the beach as it felt safer than the forest, being it was an open area.
I walked at a slow pace, analyzing my upcoming surroundings.
As I walked, I realized I was barefoot.
I shook my head in confusion, wondering where my sneakers went.
Oh well.
I continued my walk towards the beach until I was inches away from the sand.
I gingerly placed my feet on the sand, starting with my right foot.
Strangely enough, the sand didn't feel like sand; it felt rough, similar to that of a rug.
Whatever my feet was resting on looked like sand, but didn't feel like it.
Despite the series of oddities experienced in a short span of time, I felt a surge of excitement and curiosity.
Where was I?
And where was everybody?
I felt like I was the only person within the vicinity.
I shrugged.
"Less questions, more exploring, Coy!," I chided softly to myself.
After taking a few tentative steps on the sand, I transitioned to a trot.
I felt light as a feather.
This feeling felt surreal as I don't recall a time feeling this light.
I felt like if I put my mind to it, I could jump to the clouds that were peering down at me, almost inviting me to join them.
And so, I did.
I jumped.
I jumped so high, and so suddenly, I was airborne for a brief moment before landing butt first on a fluffy white Cumulus cloud.
The jump was exhilarating, but also a bit dizzying. Surprisingly, the dizziness was only temporary and was replaced with a feeling of serenity.
I was surrounded by the deep blue of the sky and fellow Cumulus clouds floating lazily in the air; this felt nice.
I was so pleased with the jump, the law of gravity did not apply to me nor did I care enough to notice a lot about this place was off.
It felt dream-like.
...
Dream-like. Wait a minute.
Was this a dream?
And then reality hit me, hard, threatening to knock me off the cloud I was sitting on: I was dreaming!
This realization was equally shocking and exciting as I found a way to "escape" the confines of solitary confinement; I was able to temporarily leave a limited space and into this seemingly-limitless space with limitless possibilities.
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Trapped
FantasyThis will be a draft to a story in the works about a man sent to solitary confinement for a crime he did not commit. Desperate to maintain his sanity, he falls into a lucid dream where he meets fellow lucid dreamers, one of them a wise man who teach...