Lucid Dreaming. Formerly, Naa Oklekie. She was sinking. She was sinking and I just stood there, I stood there, watching. Watching as she struggled and gasped, taking in any amounts of air she could while reaching out for my hand. I knew the right thing was to help her but what was the use? Every night she'll die a different way again and I'll still be expected to be her saviour. What was the use of being her saviour when these events would have no connection with reality? And what was the use when I knew that I'd just hurt my self more when reality catches up with me and I realise I never rescued her? Some people say they like it, others say they've never experienced it but I say I hate lucid dreaming with every fibre in my body. °__________°__________°___________°________ Naa is a shattered soul and the scary thing is, no one -not even herself- notices it. From her past to her present, from home to school, everything is weighing her down and she's reaching her breaking point...