House sitter. ~l.h

Nightmare.

After our argument, which lasted an hour and a half, I trudged to my room, collapsing onto my bed with a sigh.

I decided to start Lucid Dreaming.

Where you fall asleep a certain way and it helps you control your dreams.

I fell asleep, and I let the dark side of my mind take over.

Let's say I woke up crying. I looked at the clock. 3:46.

I climbed out of bed and opened the door. I walked around before going into Lukes room.

"What are you doing up?" he asks groggily.

"Lucid dreaming gone wrong." I state simply.

"What what gone wrong?"

"Lucid dreaming."

"Care to expand on that?"

"Where you fall asleep in a certain position and send your body asleep first, putting yourself into a trance and giving yourself the ability to control your dreams?"

"You're weird."

"Because I like to be prepared for the dream ahead of me?"

"Just overall."

"Maybe being weird isn't such a bad thing."

"Too weird to live, Too rare to die."

"Did you just quote Panic! At The Disco?"

"Yes. You want a hug to get over the bad dream?"

I debated with myself for a second before nodding. He pulled me into his lap, stroking my hair.

"Lukey?"

"Yes."

"You're a pretty cool house sitter."

"Thanks."