… In my dream, I was at my school. To make a long story short, one of the characters in my dream, who happened to be an old friend, called another person a racist term, and a fight broke out. Not two seconds later, everyone was gone, except for me and this old, african-american man, who looked to be in his late fifties. He’s been in countless dreams before, and as I’m walking away, I get the sudden urge to turn around. I ask him if he was my spirit or dream guide or something of the like. So, I know I broke the third wall by knowing it was a dream, but I’m not sure if I was actually lucid…
Hmm… Maybe it’s just a sign of things to come? I’m really pullin’ for my first fully interactive lucid dream.
