It was all my fault.
We met 3 years ago, at the summer camp that my parents forced me to go to. We were sharing a room, and I noticed she had a My Chemical Romance t-shirt on. We started bonding over the bands we liked, the t.v shows we watched, and soon enough, we were inseparable. At the end of camp, we exchanged numbers and we've been best friends ever since.
Hi, I'm Eden Gold. I'm a lucid dreamer, which means that I can control my dreams. Sound cool, right? No. This leads to sleep paralysis, which means that my mind is awake, but my body isn't. For example, I'll wake up and start hallucinating, I'll see a black figure, however I can't do anything. I'll try to scream and shout (and let it all out), but I can't move my body and I'm in intense fear. It's very hard to explain
I wake up at 10:26. It's a Sunday, and I see raindrops running down my window. Typical British weather. I pick up my phone, scrolling through all my social media, and then lazily clime out of bed. I check my planner. Crap. Science revision. I text my best friend Jodie. 'hey wanna go library to do revision?' She replies back almost instantly 'yh sure'
I meet her at the end of my road. 'Get on then!' She says, referring to the teal blue bike she has beside her. I clamber on the back and we ride off. My phone vibrates. It's mum. 'Start getting ready for the party, I'll be back soon' . Shit.
'Actually Jodie, I have to go to a party,' I say through the strong
'Oh. Okay.' She pulls her bike to a halt, and I could tell she was slightly hurt.
'I'm really sorry!' I say as I slide off, my bag knocking her basket off, and her conkers she had in there that she had been collecting going all over the pavement. 'Sorry again!' I apologized and I dashed off, feeling very guilty. I run for 15 steps and then stop suddenly. A car horn and a scream. My heart stops. I run back and see Jodie lying on the floor, eyes shut.
'OH MY GOD JODIE!' I run over to her a hold her hand, the blood was drained from her face. 'CALL 999!' I scream at the driver, but he was bleeding from his head and he was unconscious too. I look around. No one is hear. I swiftly pull out my phone, and call an ambulance, trying to hold back the tears that were streaming from my face. My hands were shaking and I couldn't breath.
Is this a lucid dream? I could easily be controlling this.
Come on, Eden, wake up. WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
I slapped myself.
This wasn't a dream.
