Lucid readings

The cold creeped up on my back as if I was dancing with the coldest winds of winter. I continued to walk through the second floor hallway of my house not knowing my destination. Even though I knew my hallway led to my mother's room, all I could see was pitch black. I continued to walk and it began to feel longer.. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, I wasn't afraid and also not cold anymore. I knew I was dreaming, I knew I was in control and I suddenly became annoyed. I was annoyed because I knew I needed a good night's rest for my summer camping job that morning. My name is Rockelle Springer and for as long as I can remember I always encountered lucid dreams and false awakenings. Whenever I had them I would wake up feeling restless. Lucid dreams are dreams where the person is aware that they are dreaming in which they can eventually figure out ways to control the outcomes. False awakenings are a bit different where the person dreams about waking up when they actually have not. These dreams can both feel very realistic and can sometimes overlap. I have several past methods about waking up but this time I laid on the floor and closed my eyes. I then opened my eyes to my room that was covered in sunlight. It was 8:30 a.m and I jumped out of bed knowing I had to be there by 9:00 am sharp. I am 20 years old and I signed up for a summer job helping the youth and got accepted with my best friend Willow. As I ran downstairs I was greeted by my mother who was holding a lunch bag and flashlight.

“Good morning sweetheart, Willow is outside waiting for you.”

“Yes just got her text, running a bit late because I was having one of my stupid lucid dreams again.”

“Aww honey theyre not stupid as long as theyre not harmful. Some people would see that as a gift.”

“Well I see it as an annoyance.” I said as I placed my boots on.

“Here I made you some lunch for your first day.” my mom said as she gestured for the bag and flashlight to me. “Take this flashlight too for when it gets dark, can never be too safe..I love you, be safe.”

“Love you too”

“Trying to get us fired on our first day?” Willow joked with a smile.

“I'm sorry.” I said as I got into her passenger seat.

As we approached the campsite there were many kids running around and camp coordinators. We were quickly assigned into groups of two adults and 5 kids. Luckily me and Willow were paired together with one coordinator. It was a hot July morning and we had to set up tents while aiding the kids in tasks and activities. We started preparing wood for our fire before dark. We quickly searched the ground, Willow and I got larger sticks and wood and the children got smaller twigs. I bent down to gather a few more larger sticks until I saw Christopher, a child in our group, sneakers appear in front of me.

“Miss Springer what's this?” He said as he held up a little black book in front of my face. I took the book from him.

“Oh it's someone's book.” I said not thinking much about it.

“Can we use it for the fire?”

“I dont think it's needed Christopher.” I said smiling. “ but thank you, you did a fantastic job today.” He smiled back and walked towards Willow and the other kids as they began to form the collectings into a shape. My attention went back to the little black book Christopher gave me. The cover was made out of leather and it was tied shut by a string wrapped into a bow. Even though the book was closed you can tell from the edges that the book has been used. They were crinkly and with my curiosity I began to untied the string when Willow yelled out to me.

“Rocky we are ready to start!” I remembered my duties of my job and walked towards them.

“Hey does this book belong to anyone?” All the kids shook their heads and so did Willow.

“Looks like junk.” Willow said, shrugging.

“Yeah. I guess i'll ask everyone else when we meet back up tomorrow.” I placed the book in my tent and we got our fire started. Hours after burning marshmallows and hot dogs we began to get ready for bed. In my tent as I began to fall asleep the book laid beside my pillow. I used my flashlight and untied the string. When I opened the book the first page was blanked, I flipped to the next page and it was also blank. I flipped through more pages and it appeared they were also blank although the pages did not look new. I yawned and closed the book and went to bed. In the morning we all met back up with our coordinators and other kids at the main home site.

“Good first day everyone tomorrow we will be doing more activities. Thank you and everyone have a good day”.

“Mrs Gene.” I began. “One of our kids found this notebook by our campsite and I wanted to know if it belonged to anyone?” Everyone shook their heads. Kids were then quickly placed in their school vans. I'm not sure why I brought the book back home but I placed it on my shelf with my other books.. After my shower I decided to take a nap from being so exhausted from my first day. It was suddenly night time in my room and I heard a thud near my bookshelf. As I looked I saw that the black book had fallen, I stood up from my bed and approached it. As I went to pick it up I saw light cursive writing on the page it was opened up to. I knew I was having another lucid dream because this black book had blank pages. I began to read the writing but everytime I did, my vision got blurry. Annoyed, I slammed the book back shut. I finally opened my eyes back up on my bed surrounded by the midday sun. I looked towards my shelf and the black book was still on my shelf with the others. I slowly approached it and opened it again. The first 10 pages I flipped through were blank. I laughed at myself and placed the book back on the shelf.

The second day of the summer camp program also went successfully. We went hiking and also taught the kids to fish. As night began to approach again we got ready for bed in our tents. I began to drift off until I heard walking outside my tent. I was nervous but grabbed my flashlight. I opened my tent cautiously and looked out with it but there were no signs of anyone. I inspected the area. As I began to turn back towards my tent I stepped on something hard. I looked down and it was a black book. I thought to myself, wow another one? As I began to bend down, a strong gust of wind engulfed the area and as I covered my face, the book pages began to flip. The wind stopped and the page was again on this cursive written page. I reached down for the book and my vision went blurry again. I knew I had to be dreaming once more. I threw the book as far as I could and ran back into my tent. I covered my ears and eyes tightly not wanting to be in my dream anymore. Morning quickly came around and Willow could tell I was being quiet.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah...well no.” I said not looking at her. “I keep having weird dreams about the black book I found on our first day.”

“Well you know you always have weird dreams Rocky, it's nothing new.”

“Yes but this is different...I brought the book home.” Willow stopped packing up and stared at me.

“You brought it home, why!?” I just shrugged. “ Well just get rid of it if it's making you freak out, what's in it anyways?”

“Nothing, it's completely blank.”

“That's strange are you sure?”

“Im pretty sure.”

“Guys it's time for the kids to get on the vans!.” Coordinator Larsan yelled towards us.

When I got home I ran to my room, grabbed the little black book and threw it in my garbage. I stared for a while and then took the book out the garbage to flip through the pages one more time. I slowly flipped through the pages and thought I saw something. I did it one more time slowly and finally stopped the page from being lost. It was a single page in the book and it had cursive writings just like in my dream. I laughed and figured I was just having another lucid dream but realized my vision was clear. It read :

‘My name is not important, what is important is that I lived a great life. My life ended due to a terminal illness that I will not be describing here. To whoever is reading this, just know in life our money can not go with us after death. I had no family or children to pass this down to, just passion in what I did. My last effort in the world is to leave my money in various locations with my several journals I never got to use. I want curious adventurous people to find the money I can't take back with me in the afterlife. If you're reading this thank you for taking the time out to do so. Please don't question my identity or my motives or try to research about me, no one knows I decided to do this and you will find nothing behind this letter. I traveled the world to place them in various locations so I might not even live where you are finding this journal. I just hope I was about to help you out in any way. Here is the location to where you will find your share. ‘

There was a location at the bottom where the money was located and where to dig. I didn know if this was real or a hoax. I also didn't know if I should tell Willow. Not sure how my dreams subconsciously knew about a letter being inside the journal but I knew there was more to the journal than meets the eye. I followed the instructions precisely and brought a small shovel. I felt silly but knew I had nothing to lose. I was intrigued for adventure, I approached a small walkway made out of wood over a small lake. I dug for about 2 feet deep until I started to see the top of a clear plastic box. I suddenly had a rush of adrenaline and dug faster until I got the medium size box out the ground. It was filthy and wrapped in an old brown cloth, I unwrapped it and opened the box slowly. When I opened it to my surprise it was lumps of cash placed neatly in the box. In the box there was also another letter that said $20,000. I almost dropped the box when I read that amount. I looked around me to make sure this wasn't any type of set up and all I could hear were the birds chirping. I replaced the dirt back into the hole and sat with the box. I still wondered if this was still all a dream. If I should share this, if i should research this man? All I knew was what this person's last wishes were and I gladly accepted it.