Apartment 81 is a dream state.

I just woke up from a dream so lucid I thought I woke up in a different planet. It started off with me getting a ride from this girl name Gopi. What was strange was she was driving my dads red car and she was sitting indian style and not using the pedals below her. I told her I needed to go to this party I planned on going a while ago. Before asking her anything concerning the way she was driving and why she was driving my dads car I trailed off and fell asleep to the fleeting trance music in the stereo. Yes I fell asleep in my dream. I woke up in the house I was suppose to go to and by how dark things looked it seemed like I was sleeping there the whole day. I was asking the few people spread out on the floor what happened and someone said I hung out there last night and slept the whole day. I looked through the pictures on my phone and camera and saw blurred images of people I thought I recognized.
Someone also mentioned that Vanessa who lives there is coming home from work soon and that we should clean up before she does.

Moments later I was trying to talk to my friend Betty and asked her when she came back to Florida. She said she was only there for that one occasion and that I should get on my bike which was left outside to go home and change if I wanted to hang out with her. I looked around and saw the red car that dropped me off. I had gone back in time to the day before. I road down steep hills that reminded me of 13th st. For some reason I stopped on the way home to hang out with my friend Jose and Vijay and had a couple of drinks. It ended with me going back into an apartment that I suppose I lived in. I was looking around and didn't recognize anything but a number popped in my head 81. I thought I lived alone and then met my roommate who I've never seen before. I was asking everyone around me who they were and how I knew them. They all had elaborate stories and detailed events on how I met them and who I knew them from.

Then I had this moment self awareness and told everyone that I was dreaming. That everyone around me and apt. 81 was a dream state. They seemed almost appalled at the concept. I was fully conscious of the real world and the dream world. I was creating people on the spot giving them identities. Ripping open time and space itself and exposing cracks of light on the walls and ceiling. Levitating objects and telling people who I really was and where I lived. Someone asked me what the greatest power to have in a dream world was. I thought about it and said the ability to wake up. And I awoke.