The Slink

His First Visits

I'm asleep, obviously, but I'm aware of it. Which is the first step to lucid dreaming. Everything is a glittery shade of blue, like my night lamp. It's calming, to say the least. I started in a hallway and walked through a large heavy door. Then I enter a room full of color and unfinished projects. Knowing I was in a dream, I decided to take it upon myself to finish them. I feel a presence.... something familiar. I do the classic "turn-around-to-the-killer" horror movie move. But there's nobody but the now finished projects. 

I didn't finish those, I had just started on the one I was currently working on. Now that I thought about it, I didn't even see what they were or who started them. 

Was it me?

Did I start them?

I had something in my hands helping me finish the current project, but I didn't know what it was. Being that I'm in a dream I didn't question it. I have stuff to do, I'm asleep. So I shrug it off and turn back to the project at hand.

That's done too.

I'm officially spooked. Things don't just finish themselves, I know this from experience. But I'm in a dream, and I know that, and that's the first step of lucid dreaming. The second is to start trying to control them. So I focus and try to summon whoever, or whatever is finishing the projects. It doesn't work. Scared, I try again. This time Sir Slinky appears.
"Oh, it's you." I say aloud.
"Yes, it's a-me" He says in a thick Italian accent.

I figure this makes sense, considering the way he was hung on the wall. With his arm stubs facing up, like the "Italian hand gesture" that people make when they are impersonating an Italian.

"Was it you who finished the projects?" I asked him.
"Of course it was a-me" he replies.

I blink at him confused for a second. Then I took a step back and really looked at him. He was hanging from his strings, just like I left him. He was only a little smaller than I am, which is at lease three times larger than he is in real life. I looked up to see where he was hanging from, or who was controlling him.
It just fades into white.

"So your sentient?" I ask him.

Sir Slink smiles and tells me a simple yes. 
A little suspicious but hey, I made him to be my friend. Also, I'm in a lucid dream where I can't get hurt. So we can probably just chill for a bit.
He tells me, "come with a-me, I have something to show you."

I don't bother to question him and he leads me to another heavy door. We walk into a bright white-blue light.

I wake up at 11 am, being yelled at by my parents to get up and do my chore. Annoyed, I sit up and turn to Sir Slink and he just hangs there lifeless, as he should be.