Thread: An overdue introduction

I never know where to start. With the basic details or the batshit crazy stuff? I guess they aren't much different.

People call me Aurast. It's a nickname given to me by a long gone family member. It's from the Russian name Орест, which usually is spelled Orest with Roman characters. I live in Austin, TX and make iOS apps for a living. I live what people tend to fear is a pretty boring life, with lots of books but not many people in it. It suits me well, though. I'm 22, and I know I'm way too young to say this, but I feel old. I'm more or less fluent in German and can read Russian pretty well but can't speak it or write it nearly so well. I've studied a bunch of other languages but few beyond survival level.

I had the first LD of my adult life at the end of 2012. I was in rough shape at the time, pain waking me up several times per night. Like in some fairy-tale, then came this otherworldly gift that almost made it worth it. What to say about that first LD. It was hyper-realistic, truly realer than real, to the point you can't help but question what reality really is. I have been chasing that level of lucidity ever since, unsuccessfully. I tend to have very short LDs, less than a minute long perhaps half the time. My non-lucids however tend to be pretty long, cohesive, and wild.

I very strictly eat something close to the paleo diet. Cake, candy, bread, soda, just the first four things that came to mind, I have not eaten them in more than two years! But I'm like they say a smoker is 20 years after quitting: when I go to the grocery store sometimes I will walk through the bakery and salivate Currently I am training for a planned trip to Colorado this summer to hike some 14,000ers. I let myself get a little out of shape in 2014 but will be correcting that shortly...

Uh, stuff I like? Reading, writing, hiking, Tarot, programming, beef, biking, skiing, dreaming, video games, green tea, people with good intentions.
Stuff I don't like? Time, people who walk on the left side of hallways, the internet