An epic journal of my voyages to another world, where everything is possible.
I become lucid. I remember the advanced totm- ask a pencil to draw something. I find a pencil and beg it to draw something. I close my eyes to concentrate. Instead of black, the background is white, and the pencil starts drawing. It draws a sketch of a room. Happily, I decide to teleport to a random location, and I am in a garden with a beautiful copper beech. I decide to do the addictive activity of flying.
Updated 01-11-2017 at 12:32 AM by 91855
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