Outside all alone, she scribbled her dream on paper; it was one of those vivid dreams, where everything that happens is so life-like and real that you swear it was actually happening. In the past few months, she had been having more of those. When she woke-up, they were as fresh on her mind as when she first dreamed them. This one was about him again and it was the best one yet, for in this dream he had asked her out. She had had the similar ones, but this one was different by the fact it was a lucid dream; she noticed little things that she never had before. Such as the way, the carpeted wall felt scratching against her skin, how cold the metal lockers were and how hot the band hall got. Normally these things were not felt in a dream, but there they were close enough to touch, literally. When finished writing down all the details, from the way he said her name to the time on the clock, she closed the spiral and lay back on the blanket of grass. Breeze caressing her face and cold biting her toes and arms; she looked to the silent stars in the night, like sparkling jewels on black velvet. In past years though, the stars' light was having difficulty reaching hope-filled eyes. This didn't deter her though, and looked to them like long lost friends that get sucked up in the rush of life. Silence and tranquility broke in moments, when her mom screamed her name, a sound that sent chills up her spine and set terror ablaze in her blood. Oh what had she done this time? Jumping to her feet, clutching her notebook to her heart, she ran inside to where her mom stood, tapping her foot in impatience and that's when her thoughts remembered the dinner that she was supposed to have made for her and her parents. She mumbled her apologies and inwardly cursed herself for forgetting. Uneasy tension followed for the rest of the night between her and her mo, like most nights now days. That night her dreams troubled her to the point of waking in a cold sweat, heart pounding and her breath short. She didn't like these dreams and refused to write them down, despite the fact that the ones that scared her the most were the ones that were the most vivid.