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I don't remember having any lucid dreams. I almost always believe that they are real. Often I cannot wake up when I am dreaming. Even if my mom tries to pull me out of bed I remain asleep.
While I am having nightmares I sleepwalk. I talk to my parents or whoever is near me but I don't recognize them at all. I only see the world and the people that are in my dream. Sometimes it really freaks out my parents because they think I am awake. I talk to them but when they try to speak to me they say I just stand there with my eyes wide open, unmoving.
One time in my dream I was impaled on a metal fence post. I hung there for hours and would not die. People on the street walked by me and did not even notice that I was there. Then there were times when I was alone...
I could smell and taste the blood in my mouth. It was an awful, terrifying smell that made me want to vomit. I couldn't breathe or speak, but the world went on as if I didn't exist. I stared down at the sidewalk and then to the gray horizon, and hoped someone would bother to take my body down...or that I would die and my pain would be over...but relief never came. The people around me were too absorbed in their own lives to notice.
When I finally woke late in the day, I remembered never to overlook those who are in pain. It is the least I can do to sacrifice my time or petty convenience to help someone in need rather than selfishly nursing my tiny scratches when someone right in front of me is impaled on a stake.