Finally the brightness started to dim and Damon managed to open his eyes and look around. He wasn't in the shed any longer. He was laying on the bed in the bottom of the lighthouse instead of staring down at his own body like he had earlier. He sat with a start and his first thought was that he had to find Lucy and wake her up.
He struggled to get to the door and started pounding on it when he realized it was locked from the outside. He was so weak he felt dizzy but he was relieved his chest wasn't a giant glow worm. He stepped back when he heard the doorknob turn and he froze as he was staring at the tip of an arrow aimed at his head.
"Whoa let's not do anything rash." He said just barely above a whisper as Lucy kept her stance. If he could find a way to wake her up then she could get out of the lighthouse and the Dream Walker would still be trapped with him. His hand went to his chest and he realized something felt ... different. Nothing was fuzzy around the edges and everything felt normal.
"Wait - hold on, are you ... awake?" He looked at her with a wild expression across his face. There was no way that this couldn't be a dream, right? Ten years he'd been unconscious because of the Dream Walker, nobody could find a way to wake him. "This is still a dream, right?"