Lucid

Westley Moore has been struggling with nightmares since he can remember. His meeting with his therapist was meant to be a quick fix, an easy out from the horrors he sees every night. But when she brought up 'Lucid Dreaming' as a way to help control his dreams, he thought it was the craziest thing he'd ever heard.That kind of voodoo wasn't his style. The return to his normal life was almost as terrifying as his nightmares. Between his monotonous tasks, unsympathetic boss, and weaselly co-workers, the idea of escaping seemed heavenly. The only bright spot in his day: the young, attractive intern, Sarah, a woman who has no recollection of his existence. With the nightmares refusing to cease, Westley had had enough. If lucid dreaming could give him something, anything to look forward to in his life, then he'll take it. At first, the techniques seemed silly; counting fingers, looking at random signs, asking yourself 'I am dreaming?' a hundred times a day. But when he took control of that first nightmare, and made Sarah, his fantasy girl appear, it was glorious. He had total control. From that point on, the lucid dreaming was addicting. Work didn't even matter anymore. It was all about getting through the hellish day and onto the blissful experiences of his dreams. Little did Westley know, though, that his imagination has dark secrets. Secrets that would warp his mind, bend reality, and ultimately, destroy him.