Vocal Retelling: The Most Lucid Dream

*Authors note: Differences in detail between this retelling and a vocal retelling of the most lucid dream I've ever had exist solely as a result in the difference of medium. When telling a story with speech it is prudent to keep words flowing and to take little time for pause, leaving blank spots in the recollection. When writing however, one is allowed many chances to stop and gather their thoughts. While all of the content of this text document occurred in a dream within my own head making it therefore, by its very nature, subjective; I will attempt with the greatest of my abilities to avoid fabrication or invention of themes, topics, or occurrences, that did not happen during the time span of the dream. As many surely know, dreams can be difficult to recall in clarity, and if I fail to recall what happened I will simply note so.

Perhaps it is worth starting by saying that I went to bed less than sober the night of
Lucid dreaming begins. I now know without a shadow of a doubt that this is a dream. I take my fingernails and rake them across the top of my hand- seeking pain to further prove the theory. As would be expected, I feel absolutely nothing. My mother had woken up herself at this point. So I step from the bathroom and decide that I'll tell her I'm dreaming. I don't recall the exacts of the conversation, but I know I told her not to think I'm crazy, and that she was part of my dream. she laughed at first and didn't believe me- so I told her to pinch me. She gave a half-hearted squeeze of my hand. To which I said "No, actually try to hurt me. Get a bunch of skin between your fingers and really squeeze." She complied, and displayed surprise when I had no reaction. This apparently was enough to convince her I was dreaming, but took no consideration of the fact that she didn't actually exist. She simply informed me that, regardless of the fact that I'm currently asleep we had work to do in the kitchen for a family gathering taking place that