task of the month

Key:
Green = Dream
Blue = Lucid

The furthest back I can remember I was on my way to meet a recently deceased friend for lunch. I hadn't seen her in a while so I was kind of looking forward to it. I remember driving around and being rather confused as to where I was going. Then I started having a conversation with someone about how they had just lost the place they were living because the landlord found a small tent which was half full of "paraphernalia". He didn't go into what that entailed but the dream shifted to his memory at this point.

Apparently a handful of college kids were renting some this guy's garage/shed and had managed to make a big mess of things. There he was, screaming at them because it had been totally trashed but none of them actually knew why it had been so messed up. As he stormed off, one of the kids decided that they might as well clean up before they leave, and started to do so but somehow a fire started. The landlord came back screaming again, but didn't even notice the fire. One of the kids actually had to bust through a door with a fire extinguisher, almost hitting the landlord in the process, in order to get to the fire.

The fire had exposed a small hole that ran underneath part of the floor. A quick look inside revealed a ton of huge rats. But these weren't ordinary rats, they were sentient. They were also all sorts of different colors and sizes, as well as capable of speech. I remember playing with them and asking about their social hierarchy, they had no idea what I was talking about.

Then one of the kids got bit, and another told him he was going to get rabies. Understandably, he was freaking out, so I had to calm him down. I told him that rabies can infect any mammal, but not rodents such as rats, mice, squirrels, or rabbits. He insisted that he felt ill, and I explained to him that it was likely anxiety. I began to explain how I mitigate anxiety when I realized I was dreaming.

I immediately remembered that I needed to find some kids at halloween. I walked out of the garage and turned the corner expecting to find some. There I was walking down the hallway of a school. Kids were dressed up in costume and had apparently stuffed their backpacks with all sorts of treats and things they had gotten from each class.

I first summoned my connection to venom. Six sickly green glowing orbs appeared behind me, chained to my back. I focused the energy from them into my right hand and then concentrated on the concept of "candy" while an orb of venom energy formed in my palm. I then snapped my fingers and streams of energy lept from my hand and to the various backpacks and bags of the surrounding kids.

"Your candy is now all poisoned!" I yelled, followed by maniacal super-villain laughter. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you." I said to a passing young girl, who defiantly popped a piece in her mouth before immediately blanching, and falling over stone cold dead.

"I'm the only one who can consume the candy now!" I exclaimed, before outstretching my left hand, which I have engineered to absorb. Candy began flying through the air, at me, and flowing into the void vortex in the left palm. I often refer to this process as "eating" as it is consumption followed by becoming. Oddly, this wasn't going very fast, perhaps I'm just used to absorbing energy or one or two small things through my hand, because candy began to back up my throat, which caused me to pause and re-swallow said pieces. All the time, the kids are watching me with an odd fascination. They don't like that I've poisoned their candy, but the fact that it's all flying out of their bags and towards me is kind of cool to watch.

That wasn't working well enough, so I moved to tactic two, which I normally reserve for when I want to eat something large like an entire person. I grab my chest, dig my fingers into my sternum before tearing my chest open. I am now split open from my nose to my stomach as if I had a vertical mouth which extends that far. Indeed, the edges are lined with sharp teeth. Inside is nothing but the darkness of the void. Black tendrils spew forth from this void and physically grab the candy from the kids. This is a bit much, it freaks them all out, and they begin to run around in a panic.

After I've "eaten" all of the candy, I realized that I feel very strange. At first I'm confused because I'm immune to the effects of my own venom. As I stumble away, thinking, "I need to go home and lay down" a little kid who apparently wasn't scared by my antics says "you know! you shouldn't eat that much sugar at once."

Odd random fragment follows. I was being chased by a car with no front wheels. I also woke up way early and decided to stay in bed and rehearse the dream so that I could remember it. Woke up several times and had to remind myself that I wasn't allowed to modify my memory of it. Had other little fragments during their period, including a fight against another chimera but also alongside a few as well.

Key:
Green = Dream
Blue = Lucid

The furthest back I can remember, I was doing a science demonstration with Bill Nye about the effects of CO2. We filled up a chamber with the gas but instead of using a camera to see through the stuff, we blasted an infra red laser through it which sort of just seemed to fade.

After that I suppose it was time to clock out and leave, but I couldn't get the time card software to work. I got frustrated and decided to just leave but I couldn't find my shoes. I went through the whole office building trying to find them but couldn't. At one point I was looking through a bag of food from both Chik-fil-A and McDonald's. It all looked disgusting, but I stole some fries.

At one point a butler type person suggested that a pair of sandals were mine. I yelled at him because that was stupid, then realized that based on what I was wearing, sandals made sense, after which I apologized profusely.

The next bit is a little odd. There was an office war going on, Will Ferrel was the boss... and naked. People were running in large armies through the halls, there was a ghost of a dead girl the boss had killed. It was kind of hectic.

I just wanted to leave, so I went out to a balcony and decided to jump down to the ground before taking the bus. It was rather odd that I remember both knowing that I can fly, and also being afraid of heights. When I realized how strange that was, I became lucid... but that was interrupted by dream characters who wanted me to help them flip the bosses car. I told them that would be property damage, so it might be better to simply fill his in-car hot tub with jello. Somehow, instead of doing that, we ended up flooding the first floor, which awoke an elder demon sealed in the basement. That's when I became lucid again, and ran out to the balcony, jumped out into what was now pour rain and fell. I closed my eyes, and tried to teleport to the Colosseum in Rome for the task of the year.

Unfortunately, I missed and landed in an auditorium within that same building I had just escaped. I had to break down the door to get out as this was "reeducation" for deviants. I ran back out into the halls to find the war still raging. One man was dressed in gladiator armor, which reminded me of the task of the year again. I ran outside, jumped from the same balcony, closed my eyes, and teleported again.

And again I missed. I was in the countryside which was mostly just deserts and sparse trees. I could see a city in the distance, so I started to fly there but the trees got in my way.

Eventually I came to a river which I attempted to cross but a massive number of kunai (Japanese ninja throwing knives) came shooting out of the opposing bank, which I deflected with my own kunai. It seemed other people were also trying to get into this city. I told them I was trying to get to the Colosseum, and asked them if this was even Rome. They didn't respond. So I assumed THIS wasn't Rome, but on the other side of the river WAS Rome. I also realized that the kunai wouldn't hurt me, since I was dreaming, and decided to just walk in, ignoring them.

But this time, no knives came flying out, and I went right across. But now alarms were going off so I began sliding quickly down different rock formations to move faster. They looked sort of like green glass, or perhaps jade. Then this stuff transformed into somewhat of a huge complicated glass track that looped and curved all over the place. I sort of surfed this track at ridiculous speeds for a while before I realized this was so totally not Rome. I jumped off the track, closed my eyes, concentrated on the Colosseum, and teleported... and missed again.

This time I was in a small room with Ren and Stimpy. I remember that there was a conversation, but not the content of the conversation.

Seeing as how I was in a small room, I decided to try the advanced task of the month of walking on the wall again, only this time using telekinesis to pull myself towards the wall. It didn't work too well. Gravity was still an issue so I had to get pretty complex with what I was reaching out and pulling with my mind to get it to work. It also had a side effect of making the room become slowly smaller. Once I was able to reach across to the other side of the room and brace myself between two opposing walls or the cieling and floor, I decided that was cheating and left.

As I walked outside, I figured that my teleportation was obviously in need of some calibration, and gave up on the Colosseum for the night. Walking down the street I decided to sing the ABC song, to complete out the basic task. For some reason I found myself also counting on my fingers... which seemed odd then, but now I realize that's actually pretty common for me as I try to figure out what number corresponds to a letter's position in the alphabet. I had some trouble remembering the last verse of the song, so I just sang the whole song again and got it on the second try.

At this point I'm walking down the street and I can feel that I'm probably going to wake up soon. I know the Colosseum is a wash for tonight, so instead I decide I'll just go nuts on the task of the month and call someone.

I really just opened up my phone and hit send twice, because that's an easy way to call the previous person and doesn't require that I go through lists of contacts which I probably wouldn't able to access. The person on the other end answers "Moshi moshi" which is the way the Japanese answer phones. What followed was a conversation in Japanese that I doubt I could reproduce (I'm still learning). The basics of it was that I told the girl on the other end that I had found two people just like her, one who looked just like her, and one who had the same attitude/mannerisms. There was quite a bit of back and forth, but that's really all I've got. The dream would slowly fade as I became more aware of the bed beneath me, and I woke up.


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If this dream has taught me one thing, it's that I need to find a quicker and more consistent teleportation technique. This technique has worked for me very well in the past for both teleportation and time travel. It's a little fuzzy, and requires that I be able to accurately visualize where/when I want to be, but I've got to sort this out. Perhaps I'll use this technique to get me to a hall of doors, and then use the doors to rapidly teleport. That is, open one, visually verify if it's the right place, if not, close it and open the next, repeating the process until I get the result I'm looking for.

Almost got the advanced task again. I had become lucid earlier as I was being shot at a convenience store. The guy pulled a gun, I stripped it away from him using TK. He pulled another. I walked straight up to him and with obvious fury, commanded him to shoot me (I hate being shot more than anything else in my dreams). He did, it did nothing but hurt. He pissed himself, I shot him in the arm so he couldn't shoot anyone else and walked out.

Something was going on in the parking lot, people were divided into teams. I didn't want to participate and while thinking about what I wanted to do next, remembered the task of the month. I was going to hell. I found a little trailer at the edge of the lot, opened it up and saw a spiraling hole downward. It was a tight fit at first, until I remembered that it was supposed to be easier to get to hell and it opened up wider.

Once there, I met a small little demon who showed me around a bit. He took me along the safer routes. I specifically remember him saying that they didn't get many visitors, to which I responded that I had been there several times before. My recall of the details here are a bit fuzzy. I remember walking through a field of mushrooms that looked like severed human toes. I remember thinking that I shouldn't eat or drink anything from the underworld or else I would be trapped there. I also remember walking past several demons chained up but most were free roaming. I asked if we were going to get to see the devil, to which my guide responded "he's kind of a trouble maker, you don't really want to meet him." but then there he was around the corner.

He was very tall, at least 13 feet. His skin looked like glowing embers and he had two great horns. I ditched the guide and began to follow the devil along a path that was obviously not safe. It wasn't even a path, he just sort of went wherever he wanted. The devil didn't say anything but looked impressed as I walked over hot coals, through burning walls of fire, and even stepped directly on greater demons of fire who wrestled against their chains in protest. It wasn't until I stepped on a demon of ice that I showed any discomfort. At that point, the devil handed me a red hot brand which I could tap against my feet, the heat of which would linger while I walked through the ice.

We had walked for a ways before I remembered that there was something else I had to do... then my alarm went off. No beer.


Sakamoto Kyu, you keep interrupting my quality time with the devil. Grrrr. So close!

I had been flying around in a lucid dream for a while. I was really just exploring the world I found myself in. It was bizarrely fantastic. The proportions of things were all over the place. Mostly things were much larger than they had any business being. It was also packed with people. I remember thinking to myself "this is quite the interesting lucid dream I'm having" and that's when I remembered the task of the month.

I turned around on this busy street and asked the first person I saw, a young woman with short curly red hair, "This might seem a little strange, but I'm having sort of an existential crisis. What would you say is the meaning of life?"

At first I couldn't understand her one-word answer, so I asked her to repeat herself. She leaned forward and said "Drive. The only thing that gives life meaning is finding at least one thing which really drives you. Something which so consumes you that you are compelled to do it. Something you cannot deny."

A passerby heard our conversation, a little brunette with dwarfism, "I couldn't help but overhear what you two were talking about and I totally agree. Even Zombies seem to behave with purpose. They have a hunger they cannot deny which causes them to pass on their traits, in this case zombism. Now, they didn't choose that purpose, that purpose chose them, but now we, we have that choice don't we?"

At this point the two girls started talking to one another about things I couldn't understand. I think they were mentioning groups of people they were having trouble with and rattling off names. I sort of realized that I must be in the faery world for all of this stuff to be so fantastic.

The brunette then said something to the effect of "you know, you're right. I've got something I've got to take care of." She then blew a small clear whistle, but no sound came out. I then heard what sounded like rattling, tapping, and scraping all in impossible rapid fire and so fast that the doppler effect was warping their tone. She rose one leg under which several corgi's carying various supplies ran under until the largest one came winding through the crowd with blinding speed to stop just under her. She plopped down, grabbed hold of the harness it was wearing, and was gone in an instant.

I thought to myself, "I have to tell Sherrina" (my roommate) and woke up.

Had a short little LD this morning. Randomly encountered a man in red devil pajamas. It was basically a full one-piece set of long johns complete with a button on removable tail and a hoodie with horns on it. I immediately remembered the monthly task, grabbed his hand and said "hey Satan, lets go get a beer in hell." He led me around what appeared to be a college campus, but before we could find the door to hell, I woke up.