A Lucid dreams: Fantasy of reality

A Lucid Dream: Continuation

Weekends were finally here—a reprieve from the routine, a chance to step into the dream world without constraint. After returning from school, I settled into my usual rhythm: homework, dinner, and the quiet of my house. Yet, something unusual disrupted my ordinary evening.

On the table beside my bed sat a single, glowing lilac. Its petals shimmered faintly, like fragments of a star caught in bloom. I reached out, and when my fingers brushed against it, the flower pulsed gently with light, as though alive. A thrill of wonder coursed through me, mingled with unease.

This flower, this impossibility—it belonged to the dream world, not here.

No soil cradled its roots; no earthly explanation could account for its presence. The room dimmed as I switched off the lights, leaving the lilac's glow to paint soft purples and silvers on the walls. It was mesmerizing, surreal—a slice of the otherworldly bleeding into reality.

I didn't wait long before crawling into bed, my mind swirling with questions. If the dream world could leave traces here, what did it mean? Was the boundary between worlds thinning? Or had I simply imagined it? As my thoughts tangled themselves into knots, sleep swept over me like an embrace.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room but on the familiar bed of flowers. The dream world had claimed me again. Above, the sky stretched vast and brilliant, painted in colors no palette could replicate. And as though summoned by my arrival, Yumeko appeared, descending gracefully atop her white dragon.

Her laughter preceded her as she landed, the dragon's wings stirring a ripple through the endless sea of blossoms. She slid off its back and ran toward me, her smile as bright as ever.

"Yanagi! You're back! Is it the weekend already? Are you staying long this time?"

I nodded, unable to suppress a grin at her excitement. "Until my stomach wakes me up, I guess."

"Perfect!" She grabbed my hand without hesitation, tugging me toward the dragon. "Let's go for a ride! There's so much I want to show you today."

I hesitated, glancing up at the enormous creature. "Are you sure this is safe?"

She laughed, her voice light and teasing. "You won't get hurt here, remember? Trust me."

With a leap, she pulled me onto the dragon's back. Its scales were smooth and cool beneath my hands. As it took flight, the world unfolded beneath us—a dreamscape more breathtaking than I'd remembered. Clouds parted around us, close enough to touch, and the ground below transformed into a patchwork of surreal beauty: rainbow-hued forests, crystalline lakes that sparkled like gems, and rivers of silver threading through golden fields.

The wind whipped past, carrying the scent of flowers and something sweeter, something unnameable. Yumeko turned to me, her hair streaming behind her like a cascade of midnight. "How does it feel, flying up here?"

"Its good. Thanks Yumeko," I admitted, though my grip on the dragon tightened. "But the height…"

She laughed again, her voice like music. "Don't worry. Let's land on that sky island over there. I've been meaning to explore it anyway."

The island floated ahead, a green jewel suspended in the clouds. As we approached, its details came into focus: lush greenery dotted with strange, otherworldly flowers, and waterfalls spilling into the empty air, their mist shimmering like crushed diamonds. When the dragon landed, its wings created a gust that sent the nearby plants swaying.

We dismounted, and I took in the island's beauty, letting my gaze wander. Then I saw it—a cluster of purple lilacs, their glow unmistakable.

"Yumeko," I said, my voice steady despite the churn of questions in my mind. "That flower... it's the same one I saw in my room."

She paused, turning to where I pointed. Her expression shifted, curiosity mingling with concern. "Are you sure?"

"I'm certain. It was on my table, glowing just like this."

"That's…" She trailed off, her brows knitting together. "Practically impossible. Flowers from this world can't exist in yours. Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?"

I shook my head. "I touched it. I saw its light fill my room."

She frowned, the weight of her thoughts evident. "If it's really there, something unusual is happening. Check again when you wake up, and if it's still there, tell me immediately."

Her words were laced with an edge of worry, and for the rest of our exploration, the glow of the lilac lingered in the back of my mind like an unanswered question.

When I woke, the room was bathed in the soft hues of dawn. I turned to the table beside my bed—and found it empty. The lilac was gone, as though it had never been there.

Confused, I dressed quickly and stepped outside, needing fresh air to clear my thoughts. The streets were quiet, the early morning light casting long shadows. As I walked, replaying the dream and the flower's disappearance, a voice called out.

"Excuse me."

I turned to see a man standing a few feet away. He was ordinary at first glance, but there was something about him—a glint in his eyes, a subtle sharpness to his smile—that set him apart.

"Are you," he began, his tone light but deliberate, "perhaps someone who has lucid dreams?"

The question hit me like a jolt. My heart raced, though I couldn't say why. "What makes you ask that?"

He smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Let's just say… you seem like the type of a lucid dreamer. And I am the one who knows its boundaries... a wall that you shall not pass."

The words lingered in the air, heavy with implication. Who was he? And how did he know?

Before I could respond, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the waking city. I stood there, the weight of his question pressing against my chest. The dream world had always felt like an escape, a sanctuary. But now, I wasn't so sure where the boundaries lay—or if they existed at all.