Chapter 12

I looked in the water at my reflection

Gah, I'm so hideous!  How did this crap get on my face?  Who was it!?  Marshall or Jeff?

I looked around and realized that I wasn't home.

Why on Earth did I leave the house looking like this?

I made up my mind, Jeff definitly did this to me.

Yeah, you're going to pay for that Jeff.  I'm not going to let you get away with this!  I can come up with something much worse to do to you!

My thoughts of what that would be were suddenly interupted.  I looked in the water and I saw my hideous clown like reflection, but I also noticed that I was also behind me, another me...

Jeff, I don't know how you did it, but stop.  The joke is over and this isn't funny.  You are such the master of disguise.

I was jumping to conclusions since it wasn't logical that there would be another me behind me.

But then I heard footsteps, and I knew it wasn't other me's footsteps.  I knew it was lucid girl.  Not that she was walking over super gracefully, but I heard her walking swiftly behind me.  Certainly those were not 'my' footsteps.  I sensed it.

"What's the matter Alex?  You okay?"

"Um..."

"Here, let me see."

"No I'm not okay.  Look at my hideous face.  Jeff must have did this to me!"

"Oh, it's okay.  It's just a little makeup.  Here, let me get that."

Slowly, she rubbed the makeup off my face effortlessly.  Her hands weren't even stained when she was done.

"All better now?"

"Yeah-thanks so much..."

I just liked that she was finally here, and in my real life!  It was my dreams come true.

"Come, let's walk awhile."

So we did.  We walked all around the city.  But then we stopped for a little conversation.

I found my eyes dipping into her cleavage.  She even had a necklace on, I noticed for the first time.  It glimmered in the sunlight.  I've never seen a necklace quite like it before.  Girls don't usually even wear necklaces.  It's nice to see a girl wearing something different for a change.

She could see me starin down there...Her left eyebrow went up, "Do you like my dress?"

She must have known that I was stareing down her cleavage, but didn't prefer to put that in her question.

"Um, yes I like your dress.  Very turquoise-ish blue."

Gosh I'm lame.  Turquoise-ish blue?  That's the best I could come up with?  She must think I'm a prick.

"Alex, you're not lame.  I don't think you're a prick, it's just the natural reaction of a guy.  You can't help your nature, can you?  And it's not turquoise-ish blue.  It's teal-ish blue.  There is a difference."

Really, what is with girls and their obsession with exact description of colors?

"Turquoise is more blue than green-but teal, teal is more green than blue.  There is a difference."

Wow, it's nice that a girl likes a different color other than pink for once.  And teal-I've never really heard of that color.

It's not like I obsessivly think about colors everyday.

"Thank you Alex, that is what I was goin' for."

"Oh-and before you leave-"

This is where it got strange.  She leaned over to kiss me in a much better way than last time (I got to touch her hair, she pulled me in).

But...For some reason I was pulled to third person point of view-literally.  It felt as if my soul was pulled away from my body just looking at me and her kissing.  Because of this, I didn't feel a thing.  I was very disapointed.

Sadly, I got up.  I stared at my feet.  I invisioned them hurting really bad because dang does that lucid girl walk fast.  Usually a girl walks slow when she's with her boyfriend (or whatever you want me to be called to her).  But she was practically pulling me along when we were holding hands.

Lately, my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder and more interesting.  I've noticed that she is only in my dreams when I wake up before six-so I've been trying to get up earlier just so she could be in my dreams more often.  I would love to see her all the time.

I don't know, I like her because she is different.  I know she is just a person of my dreams, but she is just what I want in a girl.  I do not want a cookie cutter girlfriend.  She isn't the skinniest girl ever, she doesn't try to look super pretty.  She just is.  She doesn't mind that she's different.  And I like that.

Since it was early, I decided to go on the computer.  I wasn't going to look that dream up.  I haven't in a long time, I really don't think they could mean that much.  They're just dreams. 

Instead, I decided I would look up some random facts.  I am into that kind of thing.  I saw one webpage like this.  These were the most interesting facts I saw.

Random Facts

The sound of E.T. walking was made by someone squishing her hands in jelly.

The Neanderthal's brain was bigger than yours is.

The three best-known western names in China: Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley.

Every year about 98% of the atoms in your body are replaced.

I am such a curious person!  It's nice to know the randomest of things, things that you don't even think about.

Once I was satisfied with my random fact browsing, I decided it must be time to make breakfast.  By now Marshall and Jeff must be wanting food. 

While I was making breakfast (which, by the way, is waffles, yes, I am in a good mood today), Jeff was looking at the newspaper.

Something caught his eye, "listen to this, Marshall.  There's a dream presentation in Bridgeport late this summer.  Who really would go to that?"

"What the heck, are you sure?  Who cares about dreams!  They're just in your head.  People that like them should just get a life."

Their comments hurt me deep.  That's why I never told them about my dreaming, they are only open to what they like, and they don't open up their thoughts to something so foreign to them.  They probably wouldn't hate it so much if they just tried to listen to their dreams and lay back and try to remember them.  But some people never change, and that's Jeff and Marshall.  But they're not always so bad with certain things.

When I handed everyone there waffles, Jeff threw the newspaper by my plate.

"Just look at the article.  It's a riot."

Of course I did, but in a different way than they thought that I would look at it.  I didn't look at it like it's a joke, but to see it's details.  Maybe I'll go.

I read the article word for word, and luckily Jeff and Marshall didn't question my interest, since they were much too interested in their waffles.

Basically, there are a bunch of everyday people who talk about their dreams.  But these aren't just any random people, people who's lives were touched in some way by dreams, or were just good lucid dreamers.

Right down my alley.

Basic information about dreams will be shared, and basics of lucid dreams and how one can get one.  Then, some people will share how their lives were touched by dreams, and how they started to lucid dream if they do.  They'd also give tips.

But unfortuanatly, the presentation was on a Wednesday.

No big deal, Mr. Simmons will let me take the day off!  He'd understand.

Lucky for me, he'd probably give me the day off without asking what I'd be doing.

"Thanks for these waffles, Alex.  They're really good!  You should make them more often.  I can't believe you didn't even burn them!  You would make a perfect wife."

"Yeah Alex, some woman would be perfectly glad to settle down with you, since they could just lay back and let you do all the work for them!  You'd be a great catch."

I smiled at that remark, though I knew it wasn't true.  No woman wants me, and if they do, they are demented.

Like Marina.

My whole body shivered at that thought.

"Oh, and speaking of that-we hired a butler so you wouldn't have to do all the chores anymore!"

The only reason Marshall and Jeff got by without working is because of my rich family.  Basically, we're old money.  My uncle Otto lives in a grand mansion that's been in our family for generations.  He's also a great CEO.  My father moved out of the mansion when he married my mother.  But they still get some of the money.  My parents just didn't want to live in the grand mansion.  It's not really their style.

"Oh-um...a butler?"

I wasn't quite too sure about that...

"Yeah, you could use a break.  Your the only one that works, so why should you have to do all of the cleaning too?

In other words, they want to be nice to me by using my money to pay for a butler.  How ironic.

"When is she going to get here?"

"Oh, I don't know, she's supposed to get here any time this morning."

"But the house-"

"Oh, she's a butler.  It's not like you have to make the house look nice for her."

He did have a point.

Soon enough, I heard the doorbell ring.  Marshall and Jeff shushed me to the door, as if I needed to be the first to meet her.

"Hello sir, I'm Suzy your new butler."

"Oh, hello.  You don't have to call me sir, call me Alex."

"Oh-um, are you sure?"

Aparently butlers have to be very formal at first.

"I insist."

She smiled. "Alex it is.  Now if you'll excuse me-I'll start to survey the place and clean."

She started with the living room.  She not only dusted and polished everything, but she even was cleaning each and every leaf of our plants.  I've never seen the place so clean.

I took a book, pretending that I would be reading it.  But really, I was checking her out.  She reminded me of Lucid Girl.  I'm not exactly sure why, besides her blonde hair.  They look nothing alike, but I thought so anyway.  Maybe it was her aura.

I went to sit down to read my book.  It was one book that my father had aquired at some point.  With him being an author and everything, books just seemed to come his way.

I didn't even know what I was reading.  Something about the relationship of a man and his dog helping him meet women.  But I didn't care.  I was just looking at the living, breathing woman before me in the same room.

Later, I went into my room because I felt like chilling a bit.  But I noticed that Suzy was in there, and aparently she was finished. The room sparkled.  I was about to leave since I didn't want to intrude (even though it is my room), but I was stopped.  She was walking toward me.

It's all right, I don't have to admit I like her.  As long as she doesn't know, I'll be fine.

That's the thing with me.  As long as I know a girl doesn't know that I like her, than my speech is fine and I don't get red.

I guess she could tell that I was about to leave, "oh, it's ok Alex.  You don't have to leave."

"I want to get to know you better.  Come, let's sit and talk."

Oh llama, she likes me.  What kind of a butler hits on her employer?  Like none, usually it's the opposite.  Like those old political hotshots.  They're bored with life, and force the butler/maid to woo hoo with them.  It's sick.  But I can't be told off for doing to that to my butler-it's her that clearly wants me.

"Oh, um...sure."

So, we started to talk.  I was careful of what I said.  I didn't want to tell her everything about my life.  It's not that I was being phony, just that she doesn't need to know everything.  If I told her everything, I knew she would instantly become uninterested.

I think I'm always going to have to put up this barrier with everyone in my life. *Sigh*.

Chapter 11

"Alex!  You look so calm.  What are you even doing on your f****** laptop at 12:30?  Aren't you hungry or something!  I burned my toast, and Marshall spilled his milk."

I am totally their mom, if it weren't for me, the house would be lit on fire and burnt to a crisp.  Clearly, Jeff was angry.  'Girls don't need to hear me on my bad side, so to make sure that doens't happen when one is around, I won't do it at all.'  In other words, he doesn't want to slip up swearin to girls if they happen to be there, in case he did it without thinking.  Smooth?  Maybe.

Truthfully, I couldn't be that worried about Marina.  I had just seen her, so of course she must be near by.  Maybe she went to a club and had a hangover, passed out?  I really don't care.

But I wouldn't let Jeff think that-Trista and Stella must be freaking out. 

"Well, um, I-".  Do know where she is, I thought. I just saw her early this morning.

I got off my seat.  This is serious.  I will be able to say it.  This is rediculous!  Almost laugh worthy...

"Jeff-I d-d-d..."

For some reason, I wasn't able to get the words out.  I couldn't tell him that I already saw her.  Things are just getting weirder and weirder.

"Alex, this is not the time to be playing jokes!  My girlfriend's going beserk.  Just tell me if you know where she is!  We've gotta get a search party goin-."

Well, there is one thing good about Jeff amongst other things-he is always devoted and faithful to his girlfriends.  It's just a matter of how long they last.  He is the equivalent of Bella-clingy, but could go for someone else once he's desposed of her. 

I really wanted to be helpful and supportive, honest.  But, I really couldn't be.  Something strange was going on with Marina, that was for sure.  I just have no idea what that could be.  I've never seen a girl act so odd ever.  Or me act so weird when I even try to mention her name.

"Alex, aren't you going to come?  Please?  Alex, we need all the help we can get."

For a second I thought about maybe texting on my phone to him that I just saw her this morning.  But, wouldn't that sound a little odd anyway?  Why would he believe that she just came in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, months later, to see me?  For some reason I didn't think I'd be able to even text it.

But oh-of course.  I had to go to work.  That saved me from trying to look in vain for the non-lost Marina.

After work, I decided I wanted to go swimming in our local pool.  It was feeling extra warm this evening-so why not take a dip?  I wanted to get a load off from the current events.  The roar of the water in my ears certainly seemed to make me think peacefully about my new situation- the girl of my dreams, Marina...it was all too much to take in.

But then I heard footsteps when I surfaced.  I was pretty sure that I was the only one in.  Technically the pool wasn't open at six, but I have my ways...

I turned around and I instantly saw Marina.  She playfully sat down and tossed her feet in the water, kicking and splashing ever so slightly.  She was even wearing the bikini she wore early this morning, which didn't help matters too much.

Instinctively, I found myself swimming to her.  She smiled a dirty smile.

"Hello, Alex.  I'm glad to see that you're here-"

She was here, even though Marshall and Jeff and the girls must still be looking for her.  She couldn't possibly have been found-or she wouldn't have been here.  At least that was my gut feeling.

She leaped up from her sitting position, backed up, and plugged her nose and cannonballed into the pool.  I really wasn't expeting that, cause really she seems like the kind of girl that would be like this:

'Uh, there is no way I am, like, totally going to mess up all my lovely hair.  Just, just no way.'

But, aparently I was wrong.  You can be beautiful, not care about your hair, and yet having it look good all at the same time.

When she surfaced, a lot of her energy seemed to have been wiped away by the cannonball.  Calmy, she layed back in the water and closed her eyes.

I found myself swimming to her.  I really longed to tickle her toes.

But when I actually got to her, she quickly sprang out of the water as quickly as she went in.  I followed suit.  I stared at the water, in a daze.  Calmy, she snuck up on me and squeezed me from behind just like what Stella did to Marshall the other day.  A girl never held me like that before.

I found myself melting into her arms.  They were tingly where her soft arms and fingers touched.

I turned around and without thinking held her for a minute.  She put her hands on my chest.  Our faces were very close.  I could feel her moist breath on my face.  It smelled-it smelled like...

Huh.  Nothing.

You thought I was going to say mint?  Well, you're mistaken.  It definitly wasn't mint.  It was the smell of the lack of a smell-if that makes sense.

But, the lack of a smell in her breath wasn't really a bad thing (better than bad breath).  My lips were centimeters from hers-and I realized this was it.

Now, I know this is reality.  I just came from work, then I was swimming.  This is Marina.  I am not in a dream, this is real.  And it's actually going to happen.  For real.

But at the last second an invisible wire pulled me from her.  It was as if the desire for her ended again, right at the pull of a brain neuron.  It didn't even feel like I was pulled from her physically, only mentally.

I ran from her.  I did not want myself to change my mind.  Changing my mind seems to be the only thing I do when she's in my sight.

I just wanted to go to bed and forget this little encounter!

I was swimming.  Then, I saw her across the pool.  She was searching-searching for someone.  There were many guys at the pool, and clearly she was searching for one of us. 

This is exactly what happened to me the other day in that dream with her!

And bam, I used her as a dream sign. 

What shall I call her?  Oh, of course.  Lucid girl.

It is because of her that I now know how to lucid dream- and I was pretty sure that she would be the cause of many more to come.  What other name would suit her better?

Then, I saw she spotted who she wanted.  She spotted me.  She started to walk to the pool, and I swam over to her as fast as I could.

And then, I was out of the pool and we were in the gazebo high up away from everyone else.

"What is your name?"  She smiled widely, sinfully.

Her question was one that I wasn't expecting for just any old dream character (yes, that is what a person is called in a dream).

"Um-my name is Alex Evans."

"Well-thank you Alex Evans."

My name sounded strangely sweet coming from her lips.  I longed for her to say my name once more.

"Oh, but Alex.  That is a waste of time."

I looked down sad that she didn't like me...

But, clearly that's not what she meant.  I blinked, and when I opened my eyes her lips were on mine before I had a moment to think.  It was a strangely sweet sensation.  I felt an intense glow in my stomach.

Huh, my first kiss and it's not even in the real world...

That was all I had time to think of because before our kiss lasted any longer than three seconds, everything faded...

By the time the kiss was over meaning the dream was too, I just kept my eyes firmly shut.

Can't I just be back there for like twenty more minutes?

I read about one version of a lucid dream where you could go back into a lucid dream you just had, which is called WILD- wake initiated lucid dream.  Instead of just finding out that you're dreaming in the middle of the dream, with this type you know instantly that you're dreaming once you land in the dream.

I stared at my alarm clock.

Gah!  Only 5:30?  What's wrong with my sleeping schedule lately?

Well, there is one thing I knew for sure.

I have got to kiss me another girl again, and soon.

I just hope that that is the sensation of a real kiss- a nice, hard glow in your stomach, soft lips touching...Everything.  Well, there is one thing I know for sure.

I do want to find out.

Chapter 10

I had to get up.  Unfortuanatly, I am a very light sleeper.  And I heard a noise which I later insinuated to be the doorbell.  I looked at the clock.

Who would be at the door at this hour?

It was three am.  I didn't exactly want to get up, but it's not like Jeff or Marshall were going to.  They weren't going to get up if they heard it, and not even that is likely.  So of course, I had to put on some clothes.  I can't exactly show up to the door with my underpants on.

The person answering the door would be like "oh ma freakin gawd".  Yeah, can't let that happen.

I didn't even remember a single dream.  Yeah, I guess that can happen when you're rudely awoken.

I answered the door and to my extreme astonishment, it was Marina.  I hadn't seen her in like three months.  I pretty much thought she was history, even though my friends are still dating Trista and Stella.  They never were around too much with them when I was around, and if they were, there was never any mention of Marina.  I mean, she was sending loud and clear, silent signals that she didn't want to be with me.  And why would she?  I made a total fool out of myself.

"Oh...um, come in Marina."

I did my best to not act surprised, but that was pretty difficult.

"Oh, hey Alex.  I missed you so much!  I'm sorry I haven't kept in contact with you..."

I was lured in by her magnetic pull, and she hugged me tight.  She had a certain smell that I couldn't quite put my finger on.  But she pulled away too quickly for me to get a good whiff of it.

"Yes, it's okay Marina.  I'm just glad you're here now.  That's what matters."

"Yes Alex, that's all that matters.  Come.  Take a walk with me.  Oh-and change into your trunks."

I did just as she said without question.  I didn't even think of asking her about her strange suggestion.  I just did it.

She drove us to the beach, where she quickly took my hand so we could walk.  The night was beautiful, and she even glowed a little bit.  I swear, she did.  I swear.

I didn't even care that it was April and there was a chill in the air.  Her hand was surprisingly cold, and yet she didn't have any goose bumps and she didn't shiver.  I would've liked to wear all of my clothes, but I didn't really have any desire to.  It was like I thought of leaving to put on some clothes, but instantly my thoughts of that were stopped.

And then we arrived at a hot tub.  I remember this exact hot tub as a kid.  My mom would tell me the story about her and dad.  While near this exact hot tub, my dad proposed to her.

Slowly, she eased herself into the hot tub. 

"Hey come on in Alex, join me."

She was alluring, her voice had a certain tone to it that I didn't quite understand.  I just wanted to obey.  And I admit, that I was staring at her behind more than I should have.  But once it sank into the hot tub, I just obeyed.

I was pretty awkward in the hot tub.  She just kept staring at me, and I just sort of stared at the bubbles, as each one popped.  I counted the bubbles.  I watched the foam move in the hot tub.  I just didn't want to think of her extreme presence right next to me.

She had the radio on (for some reason, the radio was just randomly there when we arrived.  I've never seen it there before).

The tune was metalically, the rhythym was amazing, unlike anything I've ever heard.

Marina was getting impatient.

"Alex, come on baby.  I didn't get up in the middle of the night just to sit next to you in the hot tub."

I almost wanted to do as she said.  But something stopped me.

I got out of the hot tub, leaving her there.

"Alex, why are you leaving?  We were only just getting started?"

I just ignored her.

Leaving her presence, I gained the ability to just run away from her.

Why was I even just with her?  What was I doing?  Why did I see in her?

I went home to bed, where I should have stayed before.  Quickly, I fell asleep.

I was walking and walking, and it was pitch black besides some stars.  They glistend as I continued to walk through the black.  I walked without thinking, I was just walking.  I have never been so devoid of thought.  I just wanted to get to some unknown place.

But then I suddenly stopped, and I decided to look down.  It then came to me where I was.  I was just walking in space.

Hey wait, that's not possible!  I can't wlak in space!

I started to fall and fall.

Oh no.  I'm in space and I'm falling.  What will I do now?  How will I reach Earth?

Earth's image was shrinking and shrinking in the background.

How will I ever make it back to Earth?

I was falling so fast I couldn't make out anything anymore.

I have to say goodbye to everything now.  Goodbye life.  Grandpa was right.  I will always be a faliure.  twenty-two and never been kissed-now that just sounds pitiful.

But then, I made out an image way above me very clearly.  It was a girl, but not just any girl.

Oh my god.  It's her. She has come for me!

She was flying gracefully, I saw no signs of her tumbing to a never ending death as me, she flew as well as a hawk.

Quickly, she caught up to me.  I lost sight of her, and before I knew it she was there.  She took my hand and saved me from my neverending death.

Her grip was reassuring.  I knew I was safe.

Don't worry, I will keep you safe.  You are fine now.

I was genuinly reassured by her words.  I full heartedly believed her.

Soon, she let go of my hand, and she showed me how she flew.  And I started to fly without falling.  Next to her, I knew I would be alright.  She wouldn't let me fall again.
But, I was skeptical. How can I possibly fly?

"Oh Alex, it's ok.  You can fly because this is my dream."

How does she know my name?  Why does she say that this is her dream?  How can this be a dream?

"Oh, I assure you this is a dream. We're in space.  How did we get here?  You don't know, do you?"

I thought about it, and I realized I didn't.

"And you're breathing.  If this was real life, you wouldn't be able to breathe in this harsh environment.  You would already be dead.  And we're flying."

But then why was I able to walk in the beginning?

"Because you thought you could.  In dreams, you can only do what you think you can do.  If you question why, then chances are it won't work anymore.  You just do it."

"Hey, get out of my head-"

This is one smart person of my dreams.

So that's why I started to fall only after I realized it wasn't possible.

"That's right, Alex.  You only fell because you realized it wasn't possible.  You are well on your way to lucid dreams."

"Um-lucid dreams?"

"Yes.  You now realize that this is a dream and not reality.  That is called a lucid dream.  You should look it up."

And then, I noticed the moon in the distance.

"Come-let us go check out the moon.  We will be able to jump there.  Though of course you could even do that here.  But it's much easier to do that there since you're new at lucid dreaming.  It's all in what you believe.  Don't you forget that.  And, remember to always question where you are.  That is the key to lucid dreaming. Remember.  Promise me you'll remember?"

"Yes, of course."

I genuinly wanted to listen to her.  We continued to fly to the moon, but the dream faded.

I felt myself stir awake.  But I kept my eyes shut.  I figured that if I didn't open them, the reality wouldn't leave me, or more like, my fake reality: the dream world.  I wanted to be back with her.  But no.  I was back to my plain, normal life. *Sigh*.

Well, what she said really got to me.  She made me...what was the word she used?  Yes, lucid for the first time.  I never even thought about that.  I never thought it was possible that I could ever know that I was dreaming while in the dream.  She pointed out something totally new to me that I never knew before. 

And now, there will be more quality to my dream 'hobby!' I can try to get some more lucid dreams.  I could do anything!

It was about time I did some research.  Who cares about a dream dictionary when I could have fun in my actual dreams, if only I could become aware in my dreams!

I started my research.  There was a lot on google on the subject.

I found the exact defininition of it to be as follows:

Lucid dreaming means dreaming while knowing that you are dreaming. The term was coined by Frederik van Eeden  who used the word "lucid" in the sense of mental clarity. Lucidity usually begins in the midst of a dream when the dreamer realizes that the experience is not occurring in physical reality, but is a dream.

Aparently dream control and lucid dreaming are different.

 Lucidity is not synonymous with dream control. It is possible to be lucid and have little control over dream content, and conversely, to have a great deal of control without being explicitly aware that you are dreaming. However, becoming lucid in a dream is likely to increase the extent to which you can deliberately influence the course of events.

And the good news: lucid dreaming can be learned.

Lucid dreaming is a skill you can develop, like learning a new language. A few individuals may have an innate talent for achieving lucidity, yet even they can benefit from instruction and practice in making the most of their lucid dreams. Many more people experience lucidity as a rare spontaneous event, but need training to enjoy lucid dreams at will. The best predictor of success with lucid dreaming is the ability to remember dreams.

I continued to google everything about lucid dreaming.  There was so much information about them it was insane.  It was getting pretty late (about time that Marshall and Jeff may be getting up on their own, ha ha!).

I started to read on how I could aquire lucid dreams more easily.

Another dream-recall related exercise introduced in  EWLD and further developed in  A Course in Lucid Dreaming is identifying "dreamsigns." This term, coined by LaBerge, refers to elements of dreams that indicate that you are dreaming. (Examples: miraculous flight, purple cats, malfunctioning devices, and meeting deceased people.) By studying your dreams you can become familiar with your own personal dreamsigns and set your mind to recognize them and become lucid in future dreams. The Course also provides exercises for noticing dreamsigns while you are awake, so that the skill carries over into your dreams.

And oh joy, I can aquire lucid dreams more easily in naps during the day!  Music to my ears.

Two observations led LaBerge in the late 1970s to develop morning napping as a method of lucid dream induction. First, he noticed that lucidity seemed to come easier in afternoon naps

Just as I thought, Jeff was awake which probably also meant that Marshall was.

But he ran into my room out of breath which startled me.  Naturally.  I was sad to look up from my laptop, but worried at the expression on Jeff's face.  This wasn't a joke.

"Alex!  Marina...is missing."

My eyes bugged out of my head.

Marina, missing?  But I just saw her early this morning?

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It's getting more interesting, right?  Told you!

All of this information about lucid dreams is quite true.  I've had a lot of lucid dreams before, and I would also like to say that the girl in his dreams is me, my simself.  She is how I would be in my dreams.  I know it's weird, and you'll see how weird I truly am!  LOL.  Anyway, I put myself in the story because I am very good at lucid dreaming (had over a hundred, easy), so I figured I'd be the perfect character to convey this dreaming information to Alex.  I don't know how anyone else sees it that well-just me, so it seemed fitting to me.

Also, I hope you will try to lucid dream yourself.  It is very fun, quite unreal.  Have you ever had a lucid dream before?