While it was true that over the summer I had dreams much less frequently, as a whole, over the last year they had been becoming progressively more lucid. As a consequence, they were really starting to bother me.
It used to be that I could just push them all away at sunrise. However, as they’d grown clearer, more eventful, and more consistent, it was like their images had begun to loom over me like ghost memories.
My friends could tell I was being affected, but they knew well enough to leave the matter alone since, as mentioned, I wasn’t too keen on sharing. As a result, I was left to my own devices for sorting out these feelings of unease and trepidation.
When morning classes finally ended and lunch came round, I found myself uncharacteristically lacking in hunger. So, instead of joinin
