Cole had a dream of watching himself sleeping. It’s not the first time, “Ever since I looked in that dam box. Dad told me to leave it alone.” whilst shaking his head.
This time, the dream was different. He remembered trying to catch his breath and struggling to move, as if someone or something had him in a trance. The way his brain told his legs to move but they stood still, holding the rest of him up, but complete loss of all motor skills. He was only able to move his eyes…
His mind started wondering to what may come of this tragic coincidence when finally, he succeeded. After what felt like hours of struggle, he approached his body lying in bed, but it was so off and weird compared to all the other times over the last 4 to 5 years.
Suddenly he began to float, drifting away as if nothing but a feather in the wind. Higher and higher until his back was against the ceiling.
Now feeling as if once again restricted to movement, something appeared from the shadows. Seemed to be just a figment of his imagination until it spoke.
“Well that’s new.”, Cole thought to himself.
The small dark figure said in a wispy and somewhat disguised voice, “Stop worrying.”
Immediately spooked yet still nowhere to go, Cole and his healthy 17-year-old body had accidentally released his bladder. The contents had shot through the leg of his boxer shorts and landed on his hard wood bedroom floor. Hearing the forming puddle from below he adjusted his eyes toward this unknown entity.
Cole finally mustered enough courage to say something for the first time in any of these dreams. He stuttered, “W-w-hy would I n-not be w-w-worried? I w-was under the imp-impression that this was all just a d-d-dream?”
The small ghastly silhouette bubble swooped from the shadows and appeared directly in front of his face.
Cole was terrified when he noticed the swift movement of this thing, but as it showed itself, He no longer felt threatened. That of a black shadow, but the outline of something familiar, something… Could it be? No, there was no way.
The shadow spoke,” This IS just a dream, it’s a lucid dream. That of when your spirit has left your body and leaves a vessel for things of our nature to rejoin the living world.
It had taken me 8 years to find you, I started trying to figure out how to get your attention since you were 5 and finally got through when you were 13, remember that box? Ever since then, I have been able to finally communicate. I have continuously lured you out night after night in hopes that we could make a deal. I had taken your body without permission before which is why you were able to consistently take it back, and I am sorry for that. I was still trying to figure all of this out. But I have also grown tired of getting tackled, even though I am not human… that shit hurts.” This thing just gave the most terrifying chuckle I have ever heard, sounded like a super villain or some shit… before I could even continue thinking it spoke again, “But I am taking it to this level now because you only have a few months to live due to a tragic accident coming up and I have spent my fair share of time on this side and was hoping that I could perhaps finally enjoy a little bit from that side since your father will outlast you.
I am not asking this as a permanent thing, I simply want to experience it for myself for a few days.”
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Cole’s thoughts start rummaging through his head…
Accident!? I’m about to die in a few months!?
How does this thing know about the fucking box!? I knew I should’ve listened to father…
And I have had what I am now being told are called lucid dreams for years now!
The shrinks couldn’t even tell me what was going on with my dreams.
I would literally be watching what seemed like my lifeless body just lying there, and sometimes it would get up and wave back and try to speak to me, but I would tackle it out of fear and then wake up on the floor...
On top of all of that now I am being told by an unknown entity that it wants to take my fucking body for a couple days of joy riding!?
I don’t fucking think so…
And what accident is this psychotic fuck even talking about?
If he can lure me out of my body somehow, how do I even have the choice in the matter if it is able to do it repeatedly!?
Is this thing the reason of my weird ass dreams!? Or is it the box?
What the fuck is going on!?
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Lucid Dreams
Short StoryA teen named Cole, grew up as an only child. Raised by a drunken father who had kept secrets. Wasnt until his father had a close to death incident that he changed his ways and opened up to his son and turned his own life around. As the years went o...
