I'm in a bedroom with my dad and my sister nearby.

There's something cosy about the whole situation - it brings back a memory of being a little kid again. A family together, sharing stories with one another, before they go to sleep.

From the room on the left, my dad brings up the topic of my dreams of my spirit guides. He is oddly keen about the topic, a response which I'm a little unaccustomed to. My dad's encouraging me to talk about my experiences.

I'm somewhat unsure of the best way to broach the topic, my last dream of my spirit guides would be not the most straightforward entrypoint, but I begin to settle into the motions. I start thinking about how interesting this topic was for me, when I started out lucid dreaming. Someone else would surely find my experiences enlightening. I wake as I'm thinking about this...