An orange orb

To celebrate my hundredth entry, I present my first 'induced' LD. BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!(tm) ??.??.?Humble Beginnings (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Barely enjoying my time at the mansion, I chatted with a few acquaintances. The conversation was rather boring, much like our 2D environment. Sickly orange and brown patterned floors sat, pixelated, on the same plane as the dark wood paneled walls. Beyond the room, there stretched an infinite sea of black nothingness. Of course, all this seemed perfectly normal to me in all my 8-Bit glory. That is, until I stopped listening to these dreadfully uninteresting people and started thinking about something more exciting. Recalling my incredibly recent readings on the phenomena known as lucid dreaming, I ponder how cool it would be to have one. Following that line of thought, I realize. . . "Holy shit. This is a dream." With that, my flat world exploded into detail. I could now see that ugly-ass carpet under the long fancy banquet table we were sitting at. Pillars supporting richly flowered vases and sculpted busts sprang into view. I stand up, done with this social nonsense, and leave the room through the open, towering, mahogany doors. The cold, hurt, and surprised stares from the lifeless DCs do not phase me in the slightest. Soon, I am outside, but one of the girls has trailed along, seemingly concerned for my well being. Opening the door to the black limo waiting in the street, I look back to her and say, "You want to get out of here? Maybe stay in a hotel tonight?" "Sure." She replies shyly, smiling as I let her into the vehicle first. I figured, even if she was a DC, it would be good practice if I ever dated anyone again. The limo took off, into the city. My date sat quietly next to me, obviously too shy, or to mindless, to start a conversation. However, that did not bother me, as I was too busy being in awe of the dream around me. Looking out my window, everything seemed so remarkably detailed. The luminescent lights of the tall buildings and casinos, the reflections playing off the glass, the subtle chill of night, and the complexly intricate side-street corner-markets, all appeared as real as I could have possibly hoped for. All doubt had been wiped from my mind: this Lucid Dreaming thing was the wasp's nipples--so to speak. Coming to a stop now, the two of us exited onto the sidewalk. The ambient orange glow of the neo-gothic hotel's lamp-lights surrounded us as I approached the bellboy, in his red uniform. Reaching into my pocket, I know I have to procure some kind of payment. Good thing this is a dream. I think to myself as I grasp onto the credit card that was not in my pocket a moment ago. Presenting it to him proudly, he takes it un-amusedly and swipes it. "Madam, this card has been rejected." He tells me flatly. "What?! That is not possible. Swipe it again." I order. The girl lightly grasps my arm at the elbow, as if she could sense my rising anger, and wanted to pull me from the situation. Sighing, the bellboy swipes my card again. "Nothing has changed, madam." "Well, fine, how about I give you cash?" I reach into my empty pocket again. "We do not take cash." I pull away from the girl. Now, I am proper pissed. "The hell?! DO NOT YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Obviously, this idiot did not know he was my creation, part of my mind. A thing whose existence I could destroy with a mere thought. His ignorance to his unimportance was infuriating. So much so that it woke me up.