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Chrutha glanced around his empty, warm-brown living room. So very, very boring. He flicked on his computer's power to see if maybe some trance-inducing Theta binaural beats (www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sN5g0… ) could be listened to. As it turned out, they could. <*>He turned on the hum, placing his headphones on. Such beats, in fact, threw the angsty 13-year-old into the lucid dream he'd been hoping for.
Our main character found his subconsious displaying him 3 years younger than usual. Alas, before he got to do a single thing, the oh-I-can-do-anything lucid dream feeling vanished almost as if to just make Chrutha have more rage. Of course, the next event was the reality-what-is-that atmosphere of a dream faded away as Chrutha drifted back into consiousness.
The hum of the binaural beats was gone by the time Chrutha had awoken. He screamed out of I'll-murder-my-subconsious rage through gritted teeth and lobbed the cushion his head was resting on 10 seconds ago at a lamp. I was so close! Chrutha shouted in his mind. A grunt was released from his mouth as he reached for the light appliance he'd knocked over, as well as the projectile used for such an action, and placed both of the objects back in their original locations. Let's try this dreaming thing again... He thought, turning to his laptop.

*This story loops! Go here to start the story over though, rather than the beginning.

Description
Chrutha glanced around his empty, warm-brown living room. So very, very boring. He flicked on his computer's power to see if maybe some trance-inducing Theta binaural beats (www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sN5g0… ) could be listened to. As it turned out, they could. <*>He turned on the hum, placing his headphones on. Such beats, in fact, threw the angsty 13-year-old into the lucid dream he'd been hoping for.
Our main character found his subconsious displaying him 3 years younger than usual. Alas, before he got to do a single thing, the oh-I-can-do-anything lucid dream feeling vanished almost as if to just make Chrutha have more rage. Of course, the next event was the reality-what-is-that atmosphere of a dream faded away as Chrutha drifted back into consiousness.
The hum of the binaural beats was gone by the time Chrutha had awoken. He screamed out of I'll-murder-my-subconsious rage through gritted teeth and lobbed the cushion his head was resting on 10 seconds ago at a lamp. I was so close! Chrutha shouted in his mind. A grunt was released from his mouth as he reached for the light appliance he'd knocked over, as well as the projectile used for such an action, and placed both of the objects back in their original locations. Let's try this dreaming thing again... He thought, turning to his laptop.

*This story loops! Go here to start the story over though, rather than the beginning.