1 Strange dream

I realize I'm dreaming. I'm not sure if it's called "Lucid Dream" or something else. Despite the fact that people are racing to share Lucid Dream entry tips all over the internet, but I'm not interested in trying it. However, I am aware that I am dreaming.

It was completely dark all around me. It could be midnight right now. I was standing on a paved road. The road's two sides are lined with tightly spaced rows of houses, none of which are lit. The path was lighted by yellow street lights. A few scattered trees mirrored their shadows on this long, never-ending road. There was no one in sight. It's only me.

"The sky is so clear," I thought as I glanced up. Despite the lights, I could see very few clouds in the sky. The wind howled. I was getting a little cold. I walked along the street without looking back. With each step, my surroundings became more blurry. I suddenly want to run. Step one, step two, and so on... My steps are getting faster, and my body is getting lighter.

I'm walking in the air.

Not flying, but rather walking in the air. I gradually noticed that the faster I ran, the higher I walked. The rows of houses, street lights, trees, and the entire road beneath my feet dwindled until I was almost touching the few clouds in the sky that I had just stared up at. Look at this. The wind is roaring, but it's very cool up here. The previously gloomy sky, which was no longer covered by street lights, became a little lighter as a result of the shining stars above.

"Wonderful..." "This dream is incredible," I mutter. I slowed down my pace. My legs were becoming tired. To fit the beat of my feet, the altitude was gradually dropped. As soon as my feet touched the earth, someone called to me from behind.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a ceiling that was both familiar and unfamiliar to me. That dream just keeps getting entwined in my mind. The vague feeling of standing in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night; the sensation of lightheadedness when strolling in the air; and the sensation of wind on my face made me want to stay a little longer. And... "someone" called me.

Another average day has begun. After cleaning up and eating breakfast, I hopped on my bike and began riding to school. Everyday streets remind me of the lonely, abandoned street from my dreams. I reject my straying thoughts as my feet pedal faster. A familiar school is in front of me.

Quang, the person I secretly admired, entered the school gate. That broad back and tall body stood out among the other students entering the school. I was about to chase after him and start a conversation when a strong hand slapped my shoulder.

"Yen!"

I grimaced and hugged my shoulder. I recognized Trang—my best friend from another class—without even thinking about it.

"Have you thought about anything?" Trang asked.

"What?" I reacted with a tearful look in Quang's direction. But I can't see him anymore.

"Play in the canteen after class!" Trang stroked my shoulder again before returning to her class.

I said my goodbyes to Trang, adjusted my shoulders, and returned to class. My classroom was on the ground floor of a three-story building, and it appeared the same from the outside as other classrooms. I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the classroom door. Inside is noisy, deafening, and full of confusing noises. As soon as I went in, the earlier noise faded away. The looks made me feel as if air was pressing against my lungs. Five seconds later, those eyes averted, and the classroom returned to its customary noisy state, as if everything had happened in my head. I returned to my seat, getting ready to take my books from my bag.

Thud!

"What is this?" I came to a halt, my head heavy, some dirty things dropping from above. Then the laughter grew unrestrained.

"HAHAHA... look at her! HAHAHAHA..."

"It's absolutely hilarious! HAHAHA..."

I put my hands over my head and took "that thing," which was the small rubbish can in the classroom. Cake shells, milk cartons, and even the bread that was being eaten. I flung the rubbish can to the ground, stood up swiftly, and dusted off the muck on my head. I dashed out of the classroom, leaving the fading laughter behind.