A Dream Adventure Part 3

Author: Omlettthebeagle
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== Story ==
"Never in my few months of doing lucid dreaming have I ever experienced this," Austin said.
In the span of a few moments, the sky was completely dark.
"This isn't normal," he said.
"Yeah, no sh*t," I replied. "You're not thinking about dark clouds, right?"
Austin shook his head. He then took my hand and led me through a portal. While we were there, I could see that we were in his bedroom. At least, that was what I assumed was his bedroom. It looked to be his style.
"Welcome to the dream version of my bedroom," he announced after my little train of thought.
Okay, so, this was his bedroom then. Just in a dream state.
"It looks cool," I said, looking around.
"It still has elements of my old room," Austin explained.
He ran me through a tour of his bedroom. He was right, there were elements of his old room. He still had the big painting of what we thought was a marvelous painting, but it turned out to be a very common painting.
"I'm still going to keep it. It's still marvelous to me," Austin's 2nd grade voice rang through my head. He still sounded the same, except just deeper and less British.
He still had the finger painting project we made in 1st grade but it was now framed and hung atop his desk.
"Look at mine, Alina!" Austin said as he showed me his project.
"Wow! I wish mine was that cool!" I'd said.
He'd taken a look at mine.
"Both of our paintings are cool!" he said.
I smiled at the memory and suddenly, we were transported back to our old classroom. However, it was like back-to-school night when our parents were there. In this scenario, we were our parents since we were big kids.
"Austin, Austin, look, everyone's so tiny!" I exclaimed.
"I know," he said. "Hah, our teacher is just barely my height."
We sat down and began our projects.
"Hey, will this impact the original painting?" I asked.
"The one hanging in my dream, yes. The one in real life? No," he replied.
"Ah, gotcha," I answered.
"Alina? Austin?" a voice behind us asked.
We looked behind us. I saw a girl who looked to be our age. She had flowy brown hair that went to her waist and she wore at least a few dozen bracelets on each of her hands. She looked vaguely familiar.
"Audrey?" I asked.
Audrey was a part of our friend group. We stayed friends until she moved in 5th grade and we lost contact in 6th grade. She always hung out with us and wanted to be with us all the time. At first, we were annoyed, but we became okay with it.
“Oh my gosh, Audrey! It’s been so long!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, it has. I also got a hang of lucid dreaming. It’s my first time seeing you guys,” Audrey said with a chuckle after hugging us.
“This is my first one,” I explained.
“Oh, wow! I thought you were already a pro at it,” Audrey said.
We sat down at our old places from first grade.
“Should I paint the same thing from back then?” Audrey asked.
“You can do anything you want, Auds,” Austin said.
“Oh, right,” Audrey replied.
I then got an unsettling feeling. It was like something or someone was watching us. And I felt like we weren’t welcomed.
“Do you guys have that feeling too?” I asked my friends.
They seemed to be focused on their paintings. I was also focused for the next hour or so until the teacher said we were done. However, that feeling was still lingering. I could see that Austin looked a bit uneasy but Audrey was unbothered. It was kind of like that in the past. She was always free-spirited.
“You have that feeling too?” Austin whispered to me.
I nodded.
We went outside and there looked to be a storm brewing.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Audrey asked while we looked up at the sky.
When we did, it was as she said. Beautiful. However, what is that big red dot?
Category:Dreams
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