The sun hit my face and I buried my head into my pillow to try to get away. Unfortunately, instead of squishy warmth, I got a face full of sand. I jerked my head up sputtering and looked around to notice I was on a beach. Am I dreaming?

I went to stand and noticed I was all furry and four legged. I stood there in shock before racing to the water to try and get a reflection. I looked in and a German Shepherd looked back. Panicking a bit, I jumped back and ran to the cliffside where I circled around myself.

I have to be dreaming. That's all this is. It's just a very weird and strange dream and I honestly don't know where it would have come from but might as well enjoy it while I can.

Deciding to just roll with it, I started to look around. I wanted to see where my crazy brain decided to send me without warning. Really, we need to have a conversation about my unconscious mind warning my conscious mind before sending me into a lucid dream like this.

I headed back over to the water and tentatively stepped close enough for the water to brush against my feet…paws…whatever. It was freezing. Well, that throws out any location near the equator – which is weird because all the beaches I've been to, I don't remember the water being particularly cold. Which doesn't really make sense as I thought dreams were supposed to only include things that you knew…..or I'm just overthinking this. I have experienced cold water and my brain is probably being a douchebag.

That's totally it.

As I stared back into the water, I noticed I still had my eyes. My stormy grey-blue eyes. Well, at least I keep something, thanks brain.

Deciding against running through the water, no matter how fun the brief thought might have been, I got back to the task at hand – figuring out where my subconscious is sending me.

I glanced around again and all I see is a huge cliff and a beach. Doing eenie-meenie-miney-mo I head to the left of the cliff.

I started to trot along the beach and after an hour or two saw the cliffs start to taper down and there was a path that lead up to the top. I headed up and there was a huge grassy area. I saw a house up aways and it looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. Deciding to leave it I went and followed the road. It led me into a small town and there was a sign right outside it.

Welcome to Broadchurch

I choked a little when I saw that.

Broadchurch. BROADCHURCH! As in the TV show I just got into?! What the fuck, brain?! Are you trying to tell me I officially have a new obsession to add to my collection? Please explain yourself.

Yeah, my brain didn't explain. Surprise, surprise, am I right?

*huff* Fine, be that way.

But since this is a dream, might as well continue. And when it's all over, maybe I could post the craziness on FanFiction somewhere and join the mass of self-inserts and try a bit of style manipulation for English. Yeah, that sounds good. Note to self, remember this for when I wake up.

During my inner musings, there was a car that went by. It freaked me out and I jumped back into the bushes. Brain, again. Warnings are needed when you make cars appear out of nowhere. I freaking swear, you just come up with all these amazing wonderful things and then you NEVER share with the class or you pull pranks on me and….and brains just aren't supposed to do that! Maybe you just have something against me.

Ignoring the randomness of my mind, I went into the city and wondered around. There were a lot of people everywhere and I didn't feel like having some weird interaction that my conscious is sure to come up with, so I avoided them. I was also getting a little hungry but ignored it. If I get hungry enough, I'll wake up but usually I can ignore it and continue sleeping for a few more hours.

I continued walking and the small part that was city-like quickly turned to suburbs. On the way, I found the church, the police headquarters, that hotel DI Hardy stays at, the news-place and other various points of interest. It wasn't too hard, they were all sort-of there together. Perks of a small town. It isn't hard to find something.

But anyway, I continued on and I came across a small field that was surrounded by bushes and out of the way. There were two boys there and they were talking and laughing. One of them saw me watching and pointed to the other. They started to approach and I didn't really know what to do so I just slid into the bushes and scrunched down low. But of course, I can't hide from my own mind.

They came right up to the bushes and crouched down, each holding out a hand.

"Hello." One of them said. He had dark hair and blue eyes a bit like mine. His hair was a tad on the longer side and he seemed a bit quiet and soft spoken.

"Come here." The other said at the same time. He was a blonde and had earthy green eyes. He seemed a bit reserved and a tad more mature than most boys his age. I remember 4th through…well about sophomore year. Boys were horrible then. Still are sometimes.

I just looked at them and they continued to try and coax me out. Figuring that my conscious won't stop until I did as it wanted, I edged my way out of the bushes. Immediately upon doing so, the two boys brightened considerably and backed up a bit to give me room. As soon as I came completely out of the bushes, they started to scratch my back and head and –

Omg, this feels so good. Yes, more there no, there yes yes yes yes yes keep going Is this what it feels like for dogs? If so, I understand why they like being petted so much, it feels so nice.

After they managed to turn me into a pile of goo, I noticed my tail had been wagging furiously the whole time.

Huh, I don't remember telling it to do that…

Eventually, I started to pay attention to the conversation they were having with each other.

"Do you think he belongs to anybody?"

"I don't think so, there's no collar."

"Do you think one of our parents would let us bring him home with us?"

"I don't know, Tom, why don't we just sneak him food and water every day and we'll both try to warm our parents up to the idea. Until then, we'll just keep an eye out for any missing dog posters."

"What if both of our parents say we can, Danny?"

"We could share, take turns on who gets him during the week."

Wait, what? I tried to say, but all that came out was a whine. Oh, come on, I'm lucid dreaming. That means it's my rules and I wanna talk, even though I' m a dog. This time I tried concentrating really hard on being able to talk and once again, all I got was a whine.

Apparently, this means play time to Tom and Danny. Not that I'm complaining. That stick was asking for it.

Eventually, it got dark and they headed home and I stayed in the field. I was really hungry and I really had to pee, but I refused to be tricked by my dreams. I learned that lesson a long time ago.

Ok. Time to wake up.

I tried to force myself into the waking world, but nothing happened. I bit myself and again nothing – well, except for pain. That hurt. Note to self: don't do that again.

Why won't I wake up?

…

Maybe if I go to sleep here, I'll wake up there…

I'm a try it.

…

But I'm not sleepy!

Ungh, what the fuck is happening?!

I don't own Broadchurch.