This happened to me a few years ago. This is what I wrote down.
It was so strange yet, so real. Last night I had one of those dreams where you know your dreaming and can control everything. I think they call them "Lucid Dreams". Anyway, this lucid dream was different from the ones I've had for some time. Instead of controlling everything, I could only control what I said and where I walked. The dream started where I was walking down the hallway of a house I've never seen before. I could tell by the design of the walls and knick-knacks that this house was much nicer than the one I'm currently living in. I remember spotting a picture on the right wall with a black picture frame but, I was walking so fast I only caught a glimpse of it. I remember where I was going and why. I heard a girl humming a familiar tune from the other room and rushed down the hall to investigate. Everything went blank. Next thing I knew I was sitting down staring at my knees. "Am I dreaming" I remember saying. I lifted my left arm and slapped it. I felt no pain, that's when I KNEW I was dreaming. I looked up and realized I was in the house bathroom. Everything looked hazy and foggy like a sauna. I heard the same humming from my left and saw the bathtub. I quickly crawled over and yanked the black shower curtains open. There in the tub was a girl looking around my age, laying in gross, root beer colored water. Her dirty-blonde hair was cut to the point where she looked like a boy. I gasped and said "Oh my gosh! Are you ok"? Before she could answer, I scooped her out of the tub and rapped her in a towel. I sat back down on the floor, cradling her tightly to keep her safe. I had a strong feeling that someone put that poor girl in the bathroom on purpose. "Whats your name"? I asked softly. This is whats pissing me off... I CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME! I do remember it started with the letter "B" and sounded like "bara" but, that's it. The way she spoke her name... she sounded exhausted and sad...that's where the dream ended. I woke up the next morning wondering what the hell just went through my mind! I lifted my left arm and slapped it once again. It hurt, so I definitely wasn't dreaming anymore. As I lay there in bed, I couldn't help but feel sad for waking up. I wanted to help that girl but, too late now. I also couldn't help but feel connected to her like we could feel each other’s pain, as if we were the same. If I ever see that girl again... I'm going to ask her name.