Voices

I struggled to get back to sleep after writing my other dreams down, so I was not surprised when I heard my alarm go off. I got out of bed with no further dream recall, wandered into the bathroom, and saw <PERSON>'s dad staring at the shower curtain. For some reason, I thought I had time to shower before heading back to my dorm. I understood that there was a leak in the shower faucet recently. "Is it working?" I asked <PERSON>. He nodded. "What, are you planning on taking a shower?" He said something else, but I did not quite catch it. I unclothed myself in a few seconds. Immediately, I remembered the door was still open. Was he coming back? I grabbed a towel off the wall to cover myself just in case. What was I going to wear? There were pants in the bathroom, but I quickly realized they were <PERSON>'s... They did not look like any she owned, but they were the right size. I did not have anything to wear except the clothes on my back. I supposed I could just wear those back to <PERSON>'s room and change after the shower. I closed the door. As I looked up at the mirror, I scrunched my eyebrows. There was a bed in the mirror. The door was still closed, so I knew I was not seeing another room. I looked behind me in disbelief and found nothing but a white wall. The bed was still in the mirror when I looked back. I laughed as I realized what this meant. I looked at my right hand. Even though the hand was perfectly normal, I knew I was dreaming. I walked out of the bathroom (still naked, but now unashamed of my nudity) and made my way into <PERSON>'s room. Maybe if she was dreaming, I could contact her and have a shared dream! A lucid shared dream would be a great start to my week. I stood at the end of her bed, observing that she was sleeping in the dream, too. I tried speaking to her telepathically. She did not seem to hear. Hm... I figured I would try communicating the "normal" way. "Hey!" I shouted - except not really. My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. For fairies' sake, not this garbage, I thought. I rubbed my hands together, swallowed, and tried again. "Hey, <PERSON>!" It did not help my voice much (just made the phlegm in there drain), but the dream was less unstable. I decided to confidently continue shouting until the dream gave in and let me project my voice. I did not want to let a little loss of dream control hamper my experience. <PERSON> rolled over in bed as I continued shouting at her. She murmured something in her sleep - how cute. "<PERSON>, wake up! This is a dream!" I laughed at the irony of telling her to wake up when I wanted her to partake in the dream with me... "Get out of bed!" At this point, I thought about how well the dream was holding up despite being so late in the morning. Usually, by the sixth hour or so of sleep, my dreams are kind of unstable - much like those early in the night. Thinking about it was a mistake; the dream began rapidly fading, and although I rubbed my hands together to try to stabilize it, there was little I could do. When it collapsed, I waited a few moments for another dream to begin, but I realized I could not have much time before I was supposed to wake up anyway, so I decided to get up.