Lucid Dreams Aren't For Everyone

A Dream That I Finally Felt Aware

Laying in bed is my favourite part of the night, feeling my muscles shut off and my brain melt into a place where everything I felt was finally happy; but tonight didn't follow routine.

My head felt as if I couldn't push my thoughts through anymore and my fingers felt that all to familiar tingle which meant it was time for me to finally rest. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, the stale air and sound of an always running fan didn't phase me anymore. I was melting into my sweet, sweet abyss.

I open my eyes.

I am not where I am supposed to be.

I'm sitting down on a solid bench in the back of a moving vehicle with three other people who looked my age, young. A girl with cold blue eyes and hair that laid so blonde and straight I could've sworn it was straw. Two boys sat across from us, both had brown hair and brown eyes yet neither looked anything like the other. A tall one had pale skin and a hard jaw, closely buzzed dark hair and eyes that didn't have to tell me to avoid his gaze. The other was much more chubby, but not fat. His hair was tucked behind his ears and his eyes darted around nervously while his hands fiddled with each other in his lap. I did not see who was driving the vehicle, but I did hear his voice.

"Don't tell each other your names, there isn't a point to it anyways. You're here to serve a goal, and the goal is simple. Survive the night."

Instantly everyone's eyes held fear stronger than any I'd ever seen, except the girl. Her eyes only held a glare so powerful I felt as if she'd rip me to shreds if she got the chance. I scooched away from her on our bench. The man spoke again.

"I'm not saying you have to help the other kids, but the goal isn't to hurt them either. You're not trying to survive from one another, you're trying to survive from the darkness."

The boy with short hair seemed to snicker. 'What's so scary about the dark?' was going through all of our heads.

"You will each be given a backpack, each backpack contains something different but my advice is to only open it when you need it. It's hard accepting what you have if you know what you do."

I think I'll take his advice. I understand him. 

Suddenly we pull to a stop, and a lock clicks on the door behind us. This must have been a large van we were riding in. The man in front opens up a compartment and tosses each one of us a backpack, mine feels quite heavy. I hope whatever is in it will help me with wherever I find myself.

I'm second to hop out onto the lightly snow covered ground, right after the nervous looking boy. When we get out we see the van we were riding in, it's just a plain black van with tinted windows. I still cannot see the driver. He does not wave or say goodbye in any way before driving off back down an empty and pitch black highway. The only light illuminating our view was the moon, and it was covered by clouds so thick and large that they seemed to be like a purple smog. I looked back at the ground. There was icy snow layered on the ground, little blades of grass poking out at parts. We all had on almost identical black windproof jackets though, so none of us were too cold.

Looking to my side I saw a huge forest, the trees had something off about them though. The wood and branches were all a deep wine colour, and the pine needles that covered them were all a hypnotizing blend of mulberry shades. Enticing.

I see the girl walking with her bag on her back into the forest, she didn't even talk to any of us before trotting away. Her legs flexed with every step and she wore a look of determination. There was no prize, but she was still pushing to win. I decide to go with the boys, there can't be anything too bad in this forest but who wouldn't like travelling in a group?