Lionel’s first lucid dream was as he expected. He floated above his body, watching himself sleep.

His second started much the same, but he soon felt like he was being watched. He searched for the source of the creeping feeling. He appeared to be alone.

It wasn’t until his sixth attempt that he found the culprit. There was another dreamer in his home. They didn’t speak or contact him in any way. They observed. They weren’t human, but were more solid than shadow. Their eyes were ancient and desperate.

After that night — those eyes — Lionel chose to stop lucid dreaming.


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