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    1. September 18th TOTM - patronum

      by , 11-03-2014 at 11:14 AM
      I attempt a WBTB WILD. I'm pretty sure there was a gap in consciousness, but as the dream scene forms around me, I know it's a dream.

      In front of me is a box/cage formed from metal bands. I decide to phase my way into the cage and back out again. The bands of metal bend with me a bit before flopping back into place like rubber bands. I remember that one of the tasks in the dream competition was to phase through something solid with eyes open so I look around for a suitable target.

      I'm in an abandoned building, bits of it feel like a multistory car park, but some bits feel like they used to be an office building. I see a wooden door and go to phase through it, I almost forget to keep my eyes open, but remember as I get to the door. The inside of the wood is a interesting combination of woody and transparent, the dark bands of the grain still visible and the light bands feel like air. As I come through the far side of the door, some of the grain bands stick to me for a bit before falling back into place like a bead curtain.

      My recall is a bit vague about the next transition of scene, as I didn't bother to write anything down until the morning (bad boy!)

      I'm at some kind of conference centre eager to get out and do some lucid dream tasks. I'm in an area outside the main auditorium room with hordes of people on their way in. I spot Jo McCaffery who's exited because she's going to be doing a presentation as part of the session and wants me to be there for moral support and feedback. I'm torn because I really want to do that for her but I also don't want to miss out on my lucid dream time. I'm just starting to follow the flow of delegates when I realise it's not actually her, but a DC, so it really doesn't matter! Lucid dreaming tasks it is!

      I walk along a road for a bit, chatting with a couple of DCs. I see a door and the word "door" triggers my TOTM mnemonic, based as usual on the Tony Buzan rhyming numbers thing.

      1 - bun. A bun opens just like a fortune cookie.
      2 - shoe. Put some shoes on and don't forget to tie them
      3 - tree. Laying a log in the toilet.
      4 - door. I bet my Patronum is just behind that door!

      I think the door is the back door of a childhood home, inside the conservatory.

      I open the door and there on the quarry tiled floor, snuggled into a nest of blanket, are two crochet stuffed toy bunnies with pig-like snouts (they actually look somewhat like the clangers, but they were definitely bunnies) they look sleepy but seem to like a bit of petting. They're soft and warm and really cute!

      I share my excitement with the random DCs, but it's too much excitement and I wake up with a "squee!"

      Updated 11-03-2014 at 01:01 PM by 69407

      lucid , task of the month
    2. Hospitalized

      by , 08-29-2014 at 03:29 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was in a hospital. Bed ridden. Then it was sis who was bed ridden. I think it's a ward. There are many people, but at least the place seems clean. There's sunlight going through the windows.
    3. I was a little girl?

      by , 11-14-2013 at 05:16 PM
      I only remember one dream, and I was a little girl in the dream lol..............................

      I was at one place which was supposed to be like a hard level I had to do over.. oh just remembered part of my dream

      First fragment I remember I was at this one level of Super mario 64 and I was telling these people about Super Mario Sunshine. I showed them the gamecube cover of the game and sunlight radiated through me and I felt the warmth of the sun. Then I just had to say Praise the suN!!! lol.

      Next fragment I had I was this little girl and I was trying to beat this one level on Majoras Mask, Ocarina of Time, or Mario or something I forgot. You had to enter the level through this painting or somehow, and quickly press up down left right left right a b a b start select, at least thats what I thought the code was. And if you didnt do it fast enough you couldnt beat the level. I remember I was a little girl playing the level and there was this mean older lady trying to do mean stuff. Like the principal in Matilda. Thats all I remember
    4. Older dreams (Part 3)

      by , 08-12-2013 at 03:04 AM
      Another entry from my WORD (.doc) dream journal:

      [B]Monday, 18. April 2011: "Sunlight" (LUCID)
      Type: WILD/WBTB[/B]

      After about 4 hours of sleep, I get up, and go back to bed a couple of minutes later. I get sleep paralysis, then get a little uncomfortable and will myself out of it by trying to move my head as hard as possible. That always works for me. After that, I get it again, then I get the illusion that my head starts shaking and banging against the pillow. I also feel slight pressure in my entire body. I keep saying to myself that I will have a lucid dream. The next thing I know, I am in a dream, laying in my bed in the same position I fell asleep in. Everything looks the same. I get up, and start walking a bit around the room, reminding myself outloud that it is a dream. I start paying attention to the details, particularly the light switch on the wall. A few seconds later the environment begins to fade. I try to relax and rub my hands against one another, and the dream stabilizes a bit. I walk into the living room, and the door is open, I see the sunlight outside, and it is also shining onto the floor.

      However, looking at the sunlight destabilizes the dream and it begins to fade even more. I go back into the bedroom, which is darker, and the clarity improves. I focus, remind myself once more that I am in a dream, and then walk again into the living room. The sun once again causes the dream to begin breaking up so to speak, and losing clarity very much. Now I decide I will start spinning in order to stabilize it. So, in the living room, I spread my hands out, and start to spin and spin, expecting and hoping that the environment will stabilize. However, it continues to fade, and eventually... I don't know what happened after that. I did not wake up. It seems there was some kind of pause after that, if that's possible. Some kind of non-dream period? After that I only vaguely remember a non-Lucid dream.
    5. My Antisocial Cat Finds a Friend, Cleaning a Gross Aquarium, and a Work Meeting/Possible Promotion

      by , 10-29-2012 at 04:19 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in my room, watching my cat, Belle, who is an all-white, fluffy female cat, walk around and be cuddly with an all-black, fluffy male cat. IWL my cat doesn't like other animals...or well, anyone really. But in this dream, I was surprised at how she was acting towards this kitty.

      A cat identical to Belle then came up, and the black cat walked away, and Belle wasn't mean to her doppleganger, but she didn't interact with her at all. I thought maybe it was because they were both female.

      This is the second time recently that I've dreamed of my anti-social cat interacting with another cat in a friendly way. Hmm...


      I was in a huge room that seemed to be some sort of lobby area or something. Sunlight came in through the windows, lighting up the area. In the center of the room was a giant aquarium about the size of a pool table. There was a dark blue beta fish that looked like my brother's IWL beta, and some other fish as well, some small, round silvery fish and some others. There were other people milling about as well; I feel like a lot of them were famous.

      I then put some of the fish in a big, black cup with my pee in it? I don't really know why, but whatever I guess. I watched the fish swim around. How they weren't dead, I'm not sure. I dumped the fish back in the tank with some of the pee. I walked away and did something else for awhile, and then, when I came back, I noticed how cloudy the water in the tank was; it was white and almost opaque. Crap. I need to clean out that tank!

      I then got on one side of the aquarium, and pushed it to get some of the water out. Some of it sloshed out at the end, but a lot of it was blocked by some white mechanism on the edge of the tank. Enough had gotten out though so that I could fill in with more water. I did just that, I think with the large black cup, then freaked out a little because I almost forgot to put the solution in the water to make it breathable for the fish. Out loud, I exclaimed
      "Oh yeah! The solution!"
      I said this to someone in particular, and also to myself.

      I ran to grab the solution, came back, twisted the cap off, turned it over, squirted some in the white cap, and dumped it into the aquarium. I asked my brother, who was there apparently, how much solution he usually used. He said 3-5 capfuls. So I filled it two more times, quickly and a bit messily, and dumped them into the tank. I felt relieved after I did that, though I noticed the tank wasn't squeaky clean, it was a lot cleaner than it was. I still saw some debris floating around. I also noticed that there was this big white tube in the tank, running down the middle. It looked similar to a cat toy I have IWL that's a little fabric tunnel that my cat can run in and out of. It has small white aquarium pebbles in the bottom of it. I was trying to get it straightened out, but it was awkward to do so. I thought I had messed it up a bit when I dumped the water out.

      I then noticed that on the inside of the tank, there was now an air hockey table instead of the bottom the aquarium. The fish were gone too. I started to get mad, because I was afraid the fish would get hurt now. I saw the man who did it, who was a guy in a business suit, and I started to get mad at him, saying I just cleaned the tank and all that mess. He back off, and I pushed or cranked something that started to split the air hockey table down the middle, and back down into the tank, while the fish and all that were starting to be exposed again. I remember seeing lots of grey metal mechanisms inside the tank while this happened.


      I was in the same kind of area as the last dream. Someone, a woman my age, approached me, and told me the manager wanted to see me in the office, and talk to me about some sort of promotion. She mentioned that the manager wanted to hire a manager above them. I thought that was weird, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that idea since I was such a new employee, but I followed the woman to the office, which had a lot of people inside.

      The area was made out of a lighter-colored wood. It was also a pretty small area. On one side, there was us, the employees, sitting on benches carved out of the wall. On the other side is where the management sat, but they sat behind what looked like how you would see a concession stand set up, with them on the other side of a half wall with a wide, glassless window that they looked out of.

      I was sitting and joking with some guy that I think had a mask or costume on. I also think my old friend Cameron was there. I thought about how I hadn't seen him in ages.

      The manager was calling people up one by one to do some survey. She called someone, and then, the guy I was sitting with, but then, no one else got called; after only two people doing the survey, they said we were done. We got up to leave. I wondered when they would talk to me about the promotion.
    6. Vampires and a Fat Guy

      by , 10-18-2012 at 10:43 PM
      between 5:00 and 6:00 am
      Non Lucid

      The first part is a little fragmented. There were some bad guys and after shooting one of there leaders through the head I realized that they would not die from something like a gun shot.. they were vampires.

      Part two was fairly clear. Me and a few guys were escaping the vamps buy running down this fairly large industrial corridor. One of us was pretty heavy set guy who was injured. The others went ahead of us and I was pretty sure that our injured pace would allow the bad guys to head us off. We wound up taking the elevator to the parking garage were we decided that we would hide him in the trunk of an old Dodge Dart and push the back seat forward a little so that he could breath.

      The plan was risky but it apparently worked. The next thing I remember was standing out in the parking garage in the safety of the sunlight plotting our next move with the group of guys I had escaped with.
    7. Jogging to Yosemite

      by , 04-11-2012 at 04:54 PM (The Dreams of a Trapped Mind)
      So, there was a few dreams, but I remember this one the most.

      My brother and I had already been jogging throughout my dream for some reason. We'd jog here, jog there, awkward right? So we had a weekend to kill and somehow got it in our heads to jog to Yosemite (a three hour car drive) and back home. I -being the smart one- grabbed a backpack full of some supplies in case anything happened. We start jogging. We don't make it all the way because I think it took us a while to realize that it wouldn't be three hours jogging cuz we're not jogging at 60+ mph XD

      We somehow managed to get to this store we always pass along the way but I've never been inside. It's this old, Native American type deal; privately owned, looks like a house converted into a store. We go inside and you know, I expect to see a bunch of Native American things, right? No. Wood and rope to make sleds, and magnets. Oh, and there was a room full of ice sculptures in the back. Not exactly what I expected.

      I then woke up due to sunlight shining through my window.. gotta fix that.
    8. Dancing

      by , 02-08-2012 at 09:43 AM
      I'm in a meeting, I have a feeling it's a company I might be working for. The meeting takes place in a large room with tables in groups of two and I'm sitting with a someone I know. We are asked to divide to groups of four, and me and my friend team up with another group of two. We are asked to prepare a dancing number, ballroom dancing. There are two males and two females so it's perfect.

      We go outside and practice a bit of waltz. My partner is a lot shorter than me, so it's not easy. When we go back inside, the meeting is over and we help with putting the tables in their original order. Someone flips a switch and sunlight gets in trough fiber optic cables.
    9. Field Trip Groups

      by , 07-30-2011 at 03:07 AM (My dream journal....)
      Monday, April 4th, 2011

      I'm sitting at the science room table at school. I think the whole 8th grade is there. vividness wasnt that good. I was sitting across from a friend (who i'll call Sarah). We are deciding groups for some field trip. I want to be in another friend's (who I'll call Lisa) group, but I remember her saying earlier in the dream that since i have someone (who I don't remember) in my group, that we dont need to be in the same group. So she gets herself and her other friends signed up to be in one group. I'm really mad and frustrated at Lisa, but Sarah thinks I'm frustrated because she's getting a heart surgery tomorrow.


      Throughout the whole dream, the sun was shining though the window, in my eyes.

      I never looked behind me, but I could hear people talking and knew they were there.
    10. Roger Zare

      by , 07-30-2011 at 03:04 AM (My dream journal....)
      Monday, April 4th, 2011

      I am walking through a city with my dad. It's sunny out. The buildings are in the style of some clock tower. I don't see my dad, but I know he's there. I see Roger Zare walking through the city on a sidewalk. I run up to him, because in real life, I've met him before. I say Hi and he just stares at me weird, like he's never met me before. He says Hi back, but just keeps on walking...


      I might have actually been on some college campus.

      The grass was very green and it was a "perfect" day.
    11. Curse of the Shadows

      by , 05-13-2011 at 02:59 AM (elemental's Dream Journeys)
      5/12/11 - Curse of the Shadows
      Dream Non-Dream Lucid

      I was at my house, but in a more woodsy setting, with tall trees all around and a single dirt road cutting through them. It was past nightfall, and I was with my cousin and two little girls that we were supposed to be babysitting. The dream became sort of like a horror movie; there was something that we could not see inside of the house with us, and it was going to kill us one by one until there was only one girl left, to whom it'd pass on a curse. Everything happened quickly. Before I knew it, everyone in the house had seemingly disappeared, leaving me alone with something unseen. I panicked, and ran outside. I saw a man standing across the road, and sprinted towards him. As I was doing so, I could see the sun beginning to rise in the distance, and the man smiling victoriously. Suddenly I realized what was happening, and tried desperately to run past him so that the sunlight might hit me first. Too late, rays of light passed over him as he turned and started walking away. The light was coming towards me now, and as it did I could feel it pushing me back, almost burning me. I ran back towards the house to find shade, and ended up huddled in an odd dent in the roof. Apparently, the man had been invisible and unable to go into direct sunlight for many years, and had finally freed himself of his curse by passing it on to me.
      When my parents arrived home, they freaked out because they could not find me. It seems we all forgot about the other missing people, myself included. I ended up yelling down to my mom until she came outside and I was able to explain what'd happened. She was angry, saying it was my fault and she should've expected it to happen, wondering what she was supposed to do with an invisible daughter. She also suggested me stepping into the light, which I refused immediately because I knew it would harm me. My mom then basically left me on the roof.
      I then found myself in a large, mansion-like house with my cousin(yes, the same one from earlier) and many of her friends. They thought my curse was "cool" and we basically just talked for awhile.
      Later on I was with Hannah in a car, her driving and me in the passenger seat. We were talking about the curse and how it was weird that she could see me while no one else could. I told her that if she wanted to know what it was like, I could pass the curse to her the next morning and we could trade off again a day later. She agreed, and as she was driving in silence the thought of leaving her with the curse occurred to me momentarily, but I knew I could never do something like that to a friend and dismissed the idea.
      When we reached her house, I scooted over to the driver's seat after Hannah got out of the car, and remembered that Hannah had no licence and I didn't even know how to drive.

      I recall nothing after this.
    12. Amongst the painted clouds

      by , 08-30-2010 at 01:53 PM (Visions in the Dark)
      This dream starts off with me watching Peter Jackson's rendition of the Lord of the Rings movie, the Fellowship of the Rings. Everything seems like it is in virtual reality or 3D and I am viewing the movie from the inside. I can move myself around and view everything from any angle I want but I am invisible to the characters in the film.

      The part of the film taking place is when Gandalf is imprisoned atop the Tower of Orthanc in Isengard and he looks over the edge to view the destruction of the trees and the beginning of Saruman's war industry. Everything feels very real like I am really there and watching a real event take place, even though paradoxically it feels as if my body is laying down on a bed.

      As the scene progresses a thick fog rolls in enveloping the top of the tower and making it impossible to see the things occuring on the ground below. Gandalf disappears and there is suddenly quiet, and along the edges of the tower's platform many standing easels appear with painting canvases on them, all facing towards the center where I am. At first the canvases are blank but as the fog swirls around them streaks of grey colour slowly start to appear, as if the fog was being imprinted on canvas or if the fog was doing the painting. The images look like rouge renditions of clouds or of the fog itself.

      I can feel the fog as it swirls all around and it is cold and damp, like sheets of cold silk being pulled across my skin, and at first I fear that I am being painted on too but when I look down I cannot see my body because it is either not there or invisible.

      The scene changes and I am in a painting studio somewhere in Renaissance Italy. It is nighttime and the room is dimly lit by a few candles and is filled with the thick fog from the previous scene. Men of various ages start entering the room from a door on the west side of the room but it is too dark to see there faces. They all sit or stand at canvases around the room and begin painting in the dim candle light despite the thick fog.

      A large window on the east side of the room begins to light up as the sun begins to rise and as it does so I can see the men's faces and what they are painting. The men are all famous painters throughout history, from the late medieval period to the late 19th Century and even though they are dressed according to their specific time period, they are all painting pictures of clouds, under the direction of a man dressed in black Renaissance style clothing whom I think is Leonardo daVinci.

      I am in awe of all the painters and am entralled to be able to watch them work. As the sun rises further the fog dissipates even more and almost disappears completely. There are all different sorts of clouds being painted: there are thick, dark storm clouds; fluffy white clouds lit by bright sunlight; clouds lit my the moon, and so on. One of the painters is even trying to paint the fog in the room.

      The painting they are creating are incredibly beautiful and I remember thinking to myself "I wish I could paint like that." Everything still feels very real and even though I still feel like I am laying down, I can move about the room to get a closer look at some of the paintings. At one point I stretch out my arm and touch one of the canvases and I can feel the wet paint on my fingers, though I cannot see it because my body is still invisible. (Through all of this I still had the sensation that my body was laying on a bed. I know it is contradictory, but I felt I was both laying down and moving around as if free from my body. I don't know really how to explain it.)

      The day seems to go by too quickly and the sun begins to fade and the room begins to darken. The fog returns and becomes thick again as the sun goes down. The scene changes yet again and I am now indeed laying on my bed in my apartment and I can see my body. The images of famous painters creating images of clouds in a foggy room is still before my eyes, projected on the far wall of my bedroom as if it were a vision or hallucination.

      My room is suddenly full of the clouds they are painting, lit by the setting sun, and I am again entralled by the beauty of it, though my body lays motionless upon my bed as if paralyzed. As the sun sets and the room becomes darker, the painters themselves disappear though the images on the canvases continue as if painted by invisible hands or creating themselves. The beautiful oranges, pinks and purples on the clouds fades to a dull grey and soon I can no longer differentiate the clouds from the fog because it is too dark.

      The light fades competely and everything goes black. The dream ends there because I wake up.

      Updated 08-30-2010 at 02:18 PM by 6048

      non-lucid , memorable
    13. Cybercafe and the Jedbangers (like two months ago)

      by , 08-02-2010 at 12:13 AM (quorthonafull's tornado of dreams)

      I went to D-Mission (the cybercafe I used to go years ago), with Javier (my brother) and Gonzalo (a friend). We played Counter-Strike a while, and I've seen some magazines. I asked the employee about the price of Jedbangers magazine, She said me It costs $5. We went out. I count my cash: I had five pesos and some coins for the bus. I say to my brother "wait me a minute", and I go to buy the Jedbangers.

      "One Jedbangers, please". She gave me the bill, but It says $11! . Now, she says that I have to pay that $11 before leaving the place. I say "You said me $5, so I'll pay You $5", and she spits a bunch of bullshit trying to force me to pay that $11". So, I had no choice but go with her boss to tell him the problem.

      Right after that, I'm walking in the street with the the boss. I tell him the problem, and He says "do You have the bill?". Suddenly, we are alone in the cybercafe, looking for the bill. He says "hey, I found it". Surprisingly, now the bill says $5!.

      We are back in the street again, and He says "The ticket says $5, so go back to the cybercafe and tell her I say You're only going to pay $5".

      Now, I'm walking back to the cybercafe, when all becomes strange. "Wait a minute, I've seen this before, It's the sunlight entering through thw window... I'm am dreaming! I realized I missed a lot of dream signs (those in red). Damn sunlight, It will keep bothering me, so let's finish this quickly". I decide to enjoy that too much as I can, and what could be more enjoyable than shouting and spitting right to the face of that annoying girl?

      I go right to her. She looks terrified, like knowing what to expect. I start hitting the desk with my fists, then I shouted and spitted right to her face, reproaching that "I was right, I was right, I WAS RIGHT!" . I paid the $5 and grabbed the magazine. That was amazing!

      Then, I could wake up knowing that I've reached my goal.

      BONUS: Then, I bought a Jedbangers IRL. I paid $12.

      PS: that guy in the picture is an argentinian actor, Alfredo Castellani, and "the boss" looked like him.

      Spoiler for spanish version, with more details (quote from my Facebook page):
      Se me ocurrió ir a D-Mission, entonces le dije a Gonzalo y a Javi y fuimos a viciar un toque.

      Yo en la máquina 13, Gonzalo en la 12 y Javi en la 11 (El que fué alguna vez a D-Mission podrá acordarse tal vez que la máquina 13 es la última de la fila). Bueno, al lado de la máquina 13 había un puestito de revistas medio improvisado, entonces mientras viciaba podía chusmear que revistas habían. Ví por ahí una revista Jedbangers, y recordé que un amigo me dijo que me la compre porque había una nota interesante sobre géneros raros del Metal. Le pregunte a la mina que atendía cuanto estaba la Jed, $5 me dijo.

      Salimos del cyber. Saludé a Gonzalo (porque el se iba para el otro lado) y después de contar la plata ($5 y monedas pal colectivo, llegaba justo) le dije a Javi "bancame un toque". Entré, le pedí una Jedbangers y me hizo el ticket.

      - Cuánto está entonces?.
      - Pero si me habías dicho $5...
      - No, $11 está.
      - Nono, me habías dicho $5.
      - Mirá te explico: La revista está $7, pero este mes no llegaba y la tuve que pedir por encargo, entonces me llegó 2 semanas tarde y por eso tiene $4 mas de recargo.
      - Pero si me dijiste $5, ahora me la tenés que cobrar $5.
      - No, está $11 te dije, y ya te hice el ticket pos $11 así que hasta que no pagues no te vas de acá.

      Se escucha la puerta cerrándose...

      - Ya vas a ver, me voy a quejar con el encargado.

      Estoy caminando en la calle, hablando con el encargado sobre esto que me pasó. Le explico la situación, a lo que lo primero que me dice es "tenés la factura?". En ese momento caigo "uhh no me digas, no me hizo la factura!", pero le digo "si, fijate por ahí". Volvemos al cyber y revisamos el mostrador (la cajera no estaba). De repente me dice "acá está", y levanta una factura de de esas de hoja encha con abujeritos en los costados (escrito así a propósito, no me vayan a criticar después). Volvemos a caminar por la calle y sigue la charla.

      - Entonces?
      - Mirá, primero te dijo que estaba $5, y la factura dice $5, así que te tiene que cobrar $5. Andá y decile que te dice el encargado que te tiene que cobrar $5.
      - Ok, gracias capo y disculpa que te joda.

      Entonces voy caminando de regreso a DM, y se pone todo mas claro, como si se impusiera firme el sol que acecha el Sahara. Entonces siento otro yo... claro, era el yo de mi cama, y no el que estaba a 20 cuadras en el cyber.
      Ahí comienzo a razonar: ...hace bocha que no voy a D-Misison... ...nunca iría con Gonzalo sin llamar antes a alguno de los viciosos mas cercanos... ...como podía estar el puesto de revistas ahí, no taparía el paso a las máquinas del fondo?... ...D-Mission nunca tuvo cajera, siempre atienden viciosos u otakus... ...la salida de DM no encaja con la cuadra de Marcos Computación... ...la parada del colectivo queda del otro lado de las vías... ...tiene DM precisamente "encargado" que no sea Jorge?... ...claro, por eso el encargado es el tipo que hace de representante de Juan Perugia... ...por eso saltamos directo a la calle, directo al cyber y directo a la calle de nuevo... ...por eso la factura primero era ticket finito, después la creía inexistente y al final pasó a ser de las otras...

      Conclusión: estaba soñando. Al alcanzar el estado lúcido todo comenzó a devanecerse, tanto por no entrenar la concxiencia en los sueños como por la luz que entraba por la ventana. Ya no valía la pena intentar mantener un sueño que se alejaba cada vez mas solo para intentar cosas que se que a la larga vos a lograr, así que solo me dispuse a llegar al desenlace. Recuperé algo del sueño, las imágenes se volvieron un poco mas nítidas, pero solo por unos segundos. Predije que eso iba a pasar, y por lo tanto me apuré a entrar el cyber, y de un vistazo ya estaba golpeando el mostrador furioso y gritándole a la empleada, que no podía reaccionar. Luego solo recuerdo estar parado afuera, el mismo escenario en donde había contado las monedas, pero esta vez con la revista. Eso da por hecho que cumplí mi cometido, entonces miré el reloj, sin prestar atención a la hora, y desperté voluntariamente.

      Yapa: al día siguiente, me compré una Jedbangers para "conmemorar" el objetivo cumplido. Estaba a $12

      Updated 08-02-2010 at 12:18 AM by 33400

      lucid , non-lucid , memorable