I was going to watch AFC Rushden & Diamonds play, which was at the old clubs ground Nene Park. My cousin said we couldn't go to the match as Mark & Ben were watching the football on the television. Therefore I was on my own, I knocked at a door, and my cousin Caroline said it was the wrong door, so I went through the correct door to the ground. I gave the lady at the turnstile £10 to get into the ground, I had to wait for my change, which was £4, there was a queue of people behind me waiting to get in also. Once I was in the ground, a number of us had to walk on the football pitch, while the game had already begun, the ball kept hitting me which I denied! Paul Underwood one of our former players, was on the ball, shouting instructions in a Geordie accent (he's not a Geordie)... When we all eventually got off the pitch, we got to the main football stand (The Peter Debanke Terrace).. which was completely gone, all that remained was a sign-post with "The Peter DeBanke Terrace" on it
I do this by WILD technique. At first of dream I was at one city at "Fars" state in Iran. called "Fasa". I was near a football stadium named "Zolghadr" Football stadium "ذولقدر". So I went to stadium. I was alone. I had a ball. So I started shoot practicing. It was so funny. After that I flied over city and I saw an interesting city. It was composition of "Fasa" and our capital Tehran. (Because I lived in this two city.) after that I felt dream was collapsing. I tried to solve some simple mathematical questions like 32*32. It was very useful. My dream became stable In a street I saw a car that crashed
Another fun effort at Task of the Year. I just need to wind up in the right stadium next time. Again, with the gladius-waving DEILD tech that Xanous and I worked out. What a breakthrough that's been! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #61: It Has to Be the Colosseum! I'm standing in front of a hotel, holding my 3-year-old son E. A van pulls up nearby and a gang of suspicious-looking men pours out. It looks to me like they're planning a robbery and I wonder what to do. E points at the men and bleats, "Want to know what they are doing!" The men turn toward us, eyes narrowed. I feel like they're thinking, "Witnesses." I'm scared. I feel like they'll see us as loose ends to tie off, and I hustle back into the hotel lobby with E in my arms. As I'm casting about for some place to hide, I realize that it's all a dream. I head toward a huge window at the back of the lobby, planning to phase out of the lobby and get into the air for a task. Everything has started to feel unstable and low-fidelity. The sunlight pouring in through the lobby window has started to look like one big blur. E no longer feels heavy and squirmy like a toddler. It feels more like I'm holding a backpack. I relax and prepare myself for DEILD, and the dream soon goes black. Like I've done so often recently, I imagine that I'm holding a gladius in my right hand and start madly swinging it around. It takes a few tries to convince myself, but the feeling soon takes hold. In a few more seconds, I hear a roaring crowd of spectators all around me. I know that I'm already out in the middle of the arena. Some people in the crowd seem to be counting -- don't know what to make of that. All at once, the whole scene falls into place visually. I'm in a completely cel-shaded, cartoony world, and standing in the middle of an enormous football stadium, right on the 50-yard line. An Asian lady in a business suit walks hurriedly toward me saying, "Great, you're here. Let's get going." My new handler looks in every way like a cartoon character, as does the crowd, the field, the stadium, and everyone in it. Some sort of production crew is wandering around on the field setting up camera and lighting equipment. This is so close to being what I need, but for Task of the Year, I need to be in the Colosseum. I plead with her that, "It has to be the Colosseum!" but she doesn't seem to hear me. I repeat myself, "I know you're trying, but this isn't quite right. It has to be the Colosseum! Nothing else will work!" Nobody hears me, though. Everyone seems to be too busy getting this cel-shaded sporting event ready and can't pay me any mind. I'm thinking about how I can change things in my favor, but I'm not far into this when I wake up.
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