The cold rain slowly dripped on my face sliding off my skin and to the old creaky cabin floor. I pinched my eyes shut trying my best to get some rest while still hiding an underlying fear of sleep. It wasn't exactly the sleep I feared but the lack of control I had over my vivid dreams.
I had been an avid lucid dreamer for as long as I could remember. Sometimes it was fun to enjoy the dream world but other times it was a trap built within the walls of my mind. I tossed and turned on the hard wooden floor of the old leaky cabin, it was the best shelter we could find for daylight hours. The sky was covered in a dark overcast of clouds but we couldn't take the risk of sun exposure and played it safe.
I tossed and turned until finally I found myself lost within the world of lucid dreams. I rose up from the Forrest floor looking around to find a big beautiful full moon overhead.
"Jezebel." I heard a woman's voice call from the woods as a shadow flooded past. "Jezebel, come to me." the voice called smooth as velvet.
I blindly followed...