I have the courage to bring up my only dream from my childhood, about 15 years ago.
Here it goes:
In the winter of 2203, I was a prince with my empress, her council, and a few bodyguards during a royal coronation event with millions of people cheering at us. I was moments away before becoming the next heir when all of a sudden; we were invaded by Chasers, widely known to lucid dreamers as effigies of our fears to besiege what used to be a futuristic version of Tokyo.
They then start bombarding the city with plasma, we thought we are all going to be glassed, and I was only semi-lucid at the time. Cannons, SAMs, and lasers all pinpointed at the enemy, but destroyed within minutes. As I fled to higher ground with the empress held by the hand, dodging plasma fire from all sides, evading energy weapons and debris, we never ran that fast in our lives.
10 minutes later, the skybridge leading to the city’s iconic tower was split in half that we stood on, leaving all 23 of us stranded, consisting of me, my empress, and her security. As their bombardment continues, the enemy’s floating fortress deployed a dozen on top of us, and this time, I became fully lucid when I was impaled from behind by a spear. Instead of red, I bled blue blood out.
Not wanting to risk death on my empress, I grabbed their spear and hit it where it really hurts; even using it in no other way a spearman could normally do, by deflecting every energy projectile thrown at me whilst spinning full circles to stay lucid. Inevitably, excessive blood loss forced me to drop the spear and lay on my knees. She then held me on her arms whilst yelling the enemy fleet to go back where they belong. Their demon lord insisted on staying on the planet, but accepted our plea in letting their fleet go, but not before casting the whole planet in a bluish-purple sky that made us unable to dream, meditate, or even have restful sleep.
In the last few moments of the dream, I told my empress to this very day: “I name this planet after you, Lucia, for saving me from being glassed.” She then replied, but I barely hear her as my vision started to fade, saying “You will become a brave man one day; we all will be there for you when you return.”
I then blacked out, woken up with sweat, and after many years have passed, I am honoring my empress a special day, naming it “Lucia Day”.