[ WP ] You are lucid dreaming . Being fully ware you diced to live out your wildest fantasizes , no matter how dangerous or simple . You get caught in-trouble in the dream and decide to wake up . You were n't dreaming .

I've never done this before. I've never been able to control it. Hell, I barely dream, then, only nightmares. Dark, lingering dreams that spill over into my waking life. This time I could control the events. No demons here. 
 
 This was different in every way. Always before I had been on a ship. Never the same one, but always a floating vessel, under duress. One time it was an old, pirate-like, cannon-wielding, monster of a ship. It was going down in a haze of smoke, and I had to save the ones I loved. I never find out if I did. Once, it was just a small rubber raft. Only myself, and two other passengers. I did n't know them. I do n't think I wanted to. 
 
 I focused on the dream I was in now, the one that I could dictate. I was standing downtown, the people all rushing by. Nothing odd here. It all looked very mundane. I knew I was dreaming, I just'woke up' in this spot. My thoughts were cloudy, and everything had a soft edge, like it was a bit out of focus. I reached a hand out, and grabbed the person closest to me. 
 
 `` You know, grabbing strangers is considered rude.'' This sounded like something I would say, I assumed I was manifesting my personality. The man was tall. Not handsome, but very attractive. Rugged, with a sense of calm and assured about him. He was perfect. Ah. Of course he was. My sub-conscious must be controlling what I had n't even thought of yet. I reached up to touch his face. He was all mine. And I could control everything he said or did to me! 
 
 `` Let's go.'' I said, hopefully seductively but who cared. He look startled for a moment, I was momentarily confused by this, but then he shrugged and grabbed my hand and we were off! `` Where am I taking you, miss.......?'' He looked down at me. 
 
 Wait. Why did n't he already know my name? If this was a lucid dream, I could get part the fact that I did n't consciously create him, but he should know my name. I was for him. I mean, he was for me. I shook my head, hoping to knock something loose, I guess. 
 
 `` Look, you're an attractive lady, but I'm just trying to help. I do n't go....do things like this with strangers.'' 
 
 Yeah. This was n't a dream. Could n't be. No way would my ideal man would turn me down. Not even in a nightmare. I tried to search my mind for anything that came before this. Wait....I remembered being at home, and hearing something outside the window. I had turned to look, and felt a pain in my arm, and...... that was it. Until I literally woke up downtown. 
 
 I started to pull my shirt off my arm. `` Whoa there lady!'' The man looked distraught. `` We are around a bunch of people. What is your problem? I'm taking you to... you got someone? I'm taking you somewhere.'' I could n't let him take me anywhere. Not since this was real. What a pity. I had pulled my shirt low enough to look at my upper arm, and there it was. A tiny puncture wound. I closed my eyes as the horror of my situation hit me. I was n't about to start calling myself a victim, but someone, faceless, had done something, nameless, to me. I had to figure out the faces and names. I had nothing. 
 
 I had to tell this man, the one I really wish I could've had, something. Some version of something that made sense to this situation, but that would let him off the hook. Fast. He looked like the save-a-damsel type. `` I'm really sorry, and so embarrassed, ha is n't it funny embarrassed has the words'bare ass' in it, sorry, again, you can see I'm a bit.....odd, so we'll forget this, and ah, again. My bad.'' I hoped the babbling would scare him away. It usually worked. 
 
 His eyes were on the needle mark that I had been unconsciously rubbing, my shirt still pulled off it. He looked straight into my eyes, really far, farther than anyone else ever bothered. I knew he knew. He knew that I was in some big shit. He was going to help me. I do n't think I had a choice. It was n't going to be anything but difficult for a while. 
 
 `` Let's go. I know where we're going.'' He held out the hand I had eagerly grabbed earlier. Who was this guy? I did n't even know him. I basically just woke up beside of him. Was he a bad guy? Or the good guy? I looked up at him so I could tell him again that I was sorry, that I did this a lot. Suddenly, a man behind me shouted my name. I took his hand.
