[ WP ] While lucid dreaming , you develop a romantic relationship with one of the people and discover them to be an actual person , but not at all like the one from your dreams .

I dont know if this is what you are looking for, but ill go with it anyways because it kinda relates with this promp. 
 
 ( real story incoming ) 
 I was on the lasts days of an operation to capture a drug lord down in brazil and i got shot in the head, right above my left ear. Soon as i heard the sound of the bullet i lost consiousness. 
 
 I woke up in a grass field. The wind was blowing really hard and the sky was clouded but there was enought light to see relatively well. In the distance i was able to see a single tree standing. There was no one around but me at that moment. As i started walking towards it i remembered what happened back in brazil, i checked my head but there was no wound, anything. 
 
 Once i reached the tree, there was a beautiful girl sitting on a branch. I still remember how she looked. Her skin was tan, her hair waved gently and she had a faint smile on her face. 
 I was still confused as to why i was there and not in brazil, or in a hospital at least. But it never crossed my mind that it could all be just a dream, or that i was probably dead already. 
 
 She climbed down the tree and asked me what i was doing there. I explained her my situation and she just waved it off like if i was crazy. We started walking past the tree, that was probably 13 or 14 feet high. After a long walk we reached a car. It was already dark and rain was not far away from us. As we were going into the car, she started hurrying me up ( tho i think i didnt spend more that 10 seconds to get in ). When i got it, i distinguished something moving in the dark. A fucking long, pale, naked man started running full speed towards the car. We drove away. 
 
 To make this shorter, because i could take 50 pages writing what happened after, ill tell you all of it in a paragraph. Or so. 
 
 We arrived at a small bunker that night where i was explained what was happening because i obviously looked like a foreigner to them. I swear to god i spend at least 6 months with these people, in which i fell in love with the girl. We were constantly getting out to shoot those pale, naked fuckers as if they were the plague. 
 One day, i was in my room with the girl, we were already in what you could call a relationship ( and i still didnt knew her name, or i dont remember ever hearing it ) when she showed me a small rock that gave a low green light from the small cracks it had. 
 She told me that rock was gon na be able to get me back to my world, because she knew what happened to me and from where i was from. 
 And here comes the most fucked up part of this. She opened a door, and in the other side, i saw myself lying down in a hospital bed with support equipment attached to me. Like if i was watching a god damn movie through the door. I freaked out, and when i finally calmed down she told me i had 2 choices. I could go back to my normal self, or i could stay there with her. 
 In a heartbeat i decided to go back. She hugged me, but i kept thinking that she wasnt real, that it was all a dream. But how come i was able to see myself from that perspective in a dream? I crossed the door with the stone in my hand and woke up in the hospital in the exact way i saw myself throught the door. 
 
 That was 2 years ago. I was shot and went into a coma during 4 months after i was taken out of brazil. I spend months trying to figure out that experience i had. I achieved nothing until a year ago, when i saw a girl that looked the exact same as the one in my dream in a supermarket back in the city where i live, buying baby diapers with a big smile in her face as she carried her baby with her. 
 
 Call me crazy, but this is my experience. I probably had seen her before and well, all that happened. Every time i think about this, it just loses a bit of sense, like if it was slowly fading to become something that never happened. But it still troubles me that i saw myself in the hospital bed. 
 
 Im sorry if text is confusing, english is not my first language. 

