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    1. Syrian Reading

      by , 01-13-2014 at 02:27 AM
      This dream is from the morning of 1/1/2014.

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #178: Syrian Reading

      I'm walking through a bookstore when I become lucid. I stand there for a moment, letting DCs pass on both sides of me. A short woman with dark, curly hair approaches me. She's oddly dressed, with huge glasses and a flowy, ankle-length skirt. She seems overjoyed to see me, and we make out for a moment.

      There’s a sudden transition and now we’re walking together through the bookstore. She tells me that she’s from Syria and that I have to come back with her to Syria and do something there to help her. This is interesting enough, so I follow along as she leads me down an aisle.

      As we walk along, I see a series of books scattered around on the floor. They’re all historical fiction novels with a mustachioed Tom Selleck dressed in World War II garb and standing in various dramatic poses. Each one's different and they're all kind of cool. I think about picking one up but let it go so I can stick with the dream plot she's leading me toward.

      We make a right turn and she says that “This is the travel section.” She walks a few more feet, pulls a book from the shelf, and hands it to me. It’s another book about war, something about the history of warfare in the west, and it’s by a man named something like “Bernard Franks”.

      I think that this can’t be the right book, but she assures me that this “This is the one we need.” I’m confused by this but before I can think too much, she grabs my hand and starts running back down the aisle. We don’t really get anywhere before
      the dream ends.
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    2. A visit to Hawaii, and annoying Stephen Spielberg

      by , 04-18-2012 at 02:48 PM
      So, a little background. I was attempting to have a Lucid Dream to meet Tom Selleck, inspired by the Task of The Month thread. I would normally attempt to see Isaac Asimov (I'm a big fan) but as he is dead and I only ever saw a few pictures of him, I decided that Tom Selleck would fit as I spent a lot of time as a child watching Magnum P.I. and I still think he's awesome!


      The first thing I remember is being in my home, though it was a little different as there were shelves all over the place, and they were filled with items like suntan lotion, beach balls, flip-flops, and the whole place smelled like coconut oil and rubber. I said to myself, "I must be in Hawaii!" and as I said this I turned around to find myself facing the beach. I was close to the waterline, perhaps ten feet from where the small waves were gently rolling up on the sand. Around me were a number of people, all busy moving umbrellas and lighting equipment and some cases that contained equipment of some kind.

      Immediately I thought , "Ooh! I'm going to meet Tom Selleck! I wonder where he is?" I saw a tiki bar to my left and I headed in that direction, knowing it might be a good place to find him. On the way there I realized I was very thirsty, and I couldn't wait to get to the bar. A large equipment case was near me, placed halfway in the water, and there was a Ginger Ale on top. I saw a guy who I thought I recognized nearby and I asked him, "Do you mind if I have some of your drink?" He turned around and I was disappointed to find that it was Stephen Spielberg. He looked bothered that I had asked to have some of his drink but he just said, "Yeah, go ahead."

      I didn't hesitate to pop the tab on the can and drank a third of the beverage in no time. I placed it back down and said, "Here. I only drank a third of it." He grumbled but didn't say anything about it. He instead approached me directly and said, "We need you on set right over there." He pointed to a nearby spot in the water where the crew was setting up props, and I realized I was an actress. I looked down and decided that I wanted to be wearing a grass skirt, and by the time I saw my lower half the skirt was there.

      Despite Stephen Spielberg's lackluster attitude I was excited, and I asked, "Is Tom Selleck around here? I really want to meet him." The director replied, "He's not here today." and walked off, leaving me standing in the waves. I was sad, and my disappointment ended any chance of lucidity I had.

      I walked back to the hotel and went to my room, a large space with big windows and white curtains and sheets. The bed was large and soft, and I sat down on it. The walls were brown, and normally I wouldn't pick that color for walls but it looked nice. TV didn't interest me so I went downstairs to the bar. I was going to order a drink but I realized I needed to use the bathroom and went off to the side of the bar and back into the stockroom, where a toilet was located and surrounded by clutter. I had to pull it out from the clutter to even be able to sit on it.

      Apparently tropical drinks weren't agreeing with me that day and I had a fairly soft *poop* that I wanted to get rid of before anyone saw me. I thought I was reaching for the toilet paper but instead I was using paper towels, which were effective in cleaning my butt yet also effective at spreading the mess. I got some on my shirt at one point and I clickly removed that.

      When I finally cleaned myself up I went back out to the bar and PhilosopherStoned was tending bar. He had a large scar on his head and was wiping down glasses with a rag. He just gave me a smug look and I walked on past.

      I stepped from the bar to an office building, or school (not sure which) that was located in the city of Westlake Hills, on the west side of Austin. The office(?) was managed by a large black woman in a blue uniform, and she was chewing gum.

      And then my dream ended.