Lucid

Def.: lucid (from Latin lucere- to shine): bright, clear, easily understood, obvious.

Lucid dream: phenomenon of Psychology: a dream where the dreamer is aware of dreaming and able to influence events consciously to a certain degree.

MoGuan Shan looked around him. In the dark he could recognize tables, chairs, it looked like a restaurant. A pretty fancy one with nicely set tables, white linen and fresh flowers. He wondered why he was here, when a clattering noise from the distance startled him. He knew he had to check, even if he wasn't sure why he knew. Crossing the restaurant, he suddenly heard the crunch of broken glass. His gaze fell on the floor, he saw shattered plates, he must have stepped on one, where did it come from? he asked himself, and when he looked up, the whole place had somehow turned from a nice, harmless restaurant into a chaotic mess of disarrayed tables, thrown-over chairs, broken dishes scattered on the floor, tablecloth drenched with water and wine. Mo Guan Shan suddenly remembered. He knew this place, he had been here before, and terror clamped a fist around his throat and turned every breath into a struggle. He had to get out, before they could find him, but first he needed to find his mother, she had to be here somewhere?, he tried to orientate himself in the chaos, suppressing the rising panic in his chest. He wanted to move, but his feet were glued to the floor, his whole body seemed to be in thick jelly, making every move impossible strenuous, jeeze, what the fuck was this? He felt like screaming out loud, when suddenly something, no, somebody, was behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a strong hand with slim and elegant fingers coming up on his chest and resting right above his pounding heart. A warm and strangely reassuring presence was pressed against his back and he immediately calmed downa bit, because he was not alone any more, because he had somebody to help him in this godforsaken place. He led his head fell back on the shoulder behind him (why did he know it had exactly the right height?) and felt hot breath on his neck. One hand stayed firmly onhis chest, the other came around and touched his belly, stroking downwards across his abdomen and ---

MoGuan Shan awoke with a jolt. He was panting heavily, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. What kind of fucking dream was this? He took a moment to orientate himself, too clear was the image of the wrecked restaurant. And too vivid was the feeling of somebody pressed firmly to his body, stroking him and giving him the feeling that everything was okay, he was safe now. Mo Guan Shan felt his hard-on pressing against his boxers. He'd had erotic dreams before, but never this vivid and never-- never---- shit- NEVER of a guy, especially this asshole. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. The constant teasing, touching and invading of his personal space was getting out of control. He was a guy after all, right? And He Tian was a guy too, obviously, with his broad shoulders, his strong hands and this sometimes so fucking low voice... shit, thinking about his masculine features did not help in the current boner situation, Mo Guan Shan noticed with growing frustration. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and ignored the little voice in his head reminding him of a certain picture that said asshole had sent him some weeks ago-no, there was no fucking way he was going down that road, so he looked for some nice and definitely straight porn to jerk off to. After that, he was tired enough to fall back to sleep. No dreams this time.