Lucid

Chapter 1 | The Danger of Dreams

I found myself there again. I was floating in empty space all around me, a pitch black void of nothingness consuming anything and everything. I held out my hand to touch the void it was like touching a storm cloud, black in colour with no substance as if folded and wrapped around my hand as I moved it. The world was silent, as if the sound was also consumed by the darkness I was alone, so very alone.

I held my hand up to the darkness and focused, I pictured rays of light like the ones that shine through the morning window during the sunrise, and with a single thought rays of golden light burst through my hand and ripped through the darkness. The darkness seemed to flee at the sight of this radiant light shining from my palm.

As the light spread from my hand and to the rest of the world the darkness that once consumed it was quickly vanquished and replaced with pure radiance.

The world was calm.

Suddenly, from below me a black spec appeared, at first it was no bigger than a pin prick that emerged from the radiant glow. Then the pin prick started to grow slowly. It morphed from a spec quickly to a larger object the size of a tennis ball that slowly grew larger until it started to form into a shape.

The shape had five appendages each with three joints, until it grew to a size where I could recognise the shape as a pitch black hand.

It rushed toward me faster, and faster until its fingers closed around me once again submerging me in darkness. The fingers grip tightened around my chest making it harder to breath until I could no longer draw breath inwards...

I awoke suddenly from my dream. My name is Lucille Cutter but I'm usually called Lucy. I'm seventeen years old and I'm a lucid dreamer, which is someone who is conscious when they dream and knows when they're dreaming and to some extent, they can manipulate their dream.

Lucid dreaming may sound like a superpower. And sometimes it can be for most lucid dreamers, but not for me.

When I dream and I get hurt in the dream I feel the pain when I wake up. Its not like if I get a cut in a dream a cut will magically appear on me, no it's more like I will feel the cut with no actual wound. But what this does mean is that in theory if I were to die in a dream I would in theory I would die when I woke up.

You may now be thinking to yourself 'Why don't you just avoid getting hurt in your dreams if they are so dangerous?'

Well that would be an ideal solution until about a month ago when 'he' appeared as apart of my dreams. I don't know who he is, but I know he stalks me in my dreams. This means I constantly run and pray he doesn't find me inside my dreams. When he does I only see him as a mass of black mist formed into the vague shape of a man.

So I'm a lucid dreamer who feels that pain from their dream AND is being stalked by a shadowy dread who is trying to kill me.

Anyway I still had a life to live and with because I never know which night will be my last.

I decided the best thing to do was leave my house (well more accurately my double dormitory). I've lived away at college and I've been studying Psychology and Sociology and English, in the hopes of drowning my fears in work.

As I tried to leave I was hollered back by my roommate. "HEY Lucy where are you going?" She asked me from the comfort of her bed.

I looked at her and gave her a small indiscreet smile and replied with "yeah just going out Katherine" I replied to my roommate also known as Katherine Haller.

Katherine was a little over five and a half feet in height with a slim build. She had dark brown hair that reached down to her shoulders that flowed from her scalp like an elegant waterfall falling gracefully. Katherine's eyes were a dark brown but as anyone could see with a closer look her eyes were speckled with black lines protruding from the inside edges of her iris leading to her pupils, her eyes complemented her smile. Katherine's smile was one that when it eased onto her face she would always get what she wanted no matter what anyone's objections were but no one could hold it against her because what she usually wanted was the best for everyone or just that person.