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    1. Messenger 2217

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:53 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I was at another dream dinner party last night. I was explaining the following story to my mother. Don't ever invite me to your dream parties. My conversation skills could definitely use a little polishing.

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      He hated his job. He hated being told what to do. He hated following a schedule. He hated the driving most of all. Stupid Fucking traffic. He downshifted, and slowed for the line of cars. His eyes automatically darted to his rear view mirror to be sure the car behind him was doing the same. He often felt like he was just on autopilot in his body. Like he relied on the programming of muscle memory and habits to run most of his life. He felt this especially bad when he drove.

      "Messenger 2217, please report on ETA."
      His radio chimed.

      Stupid fucking radio. He thought, as he ignored it.. As he pulled up to the house, he had a feeling that today was going to be one of those days.

      He checked his reflection in the car window, and needlessly straightened his tie. Sometimes he felt like he didn't even recognize himself anymore. Could he even remember when his hair started to turn gray? Could he even remember what he ate for breakfast this morning? He made his way across the lawn, briefcase in hand. Stupid fucking briefcase.

      He rang the bell, and was greeted by a young woman with a phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear.

      "Is your father home?" He asked, knowing that he wasn't
      "No, he's not." She answered.
      "That's fine," He said. "I have a message for him, but he doesn't have to be here to receive it. In fact, It's probably better that he isn't home."

      He swung his briefcase up to hit her hard in the face. The force knocked the phone from her hand, and sent her sprawling. A voice continued to squawk through the phone. That would be the sister. He thought to himself. Perfect. She's next.

      He grabbed the girl roughly by the hair, and dragged her into the house.

      ...Her soft hair between your fingers - The memory intruded on his mind - Her smooth naked skin pressed against yours...

      "Messenger 2217!"


      He shook off the memories, and threw the girl into the bathroom. She tangled in the shower curtain, and fell to the hard floor, cracking her head on the white tile. "Your father has made enemies with the wrong people. Bad for him. Worse for you. You're the message." He set his briefcase on the counter, and opened the lid to reveal rows of sharp and gruesome instruments.

      The girl tried to lift herself up from the blood smeared tile, groggy and dazed. She pulled weakly at the tangled curtain, as blood trickled from her broken scalp and into her blond hair.

      ...Her soft blond hair... Matted with blood. Broken glass scattered across the asphalt...

      He braced himself against the counter as the long lost memories burned through his mind.

      ...He struggled to untangle her lifeless body from her seat belt, but couldn't reach her. The steering column smashed painfully into his shattered ribs...

      "...2217!"


      His vision blurred, and he stumbled against the counter, knocking his briefcase to the floor. The tools clattered across the tiles, and he reached for the scalpel. "I can't.." He started. "You need to get out of here. You need to run, now!" He started to cut the dazed girl free from the tangled curtain. The scalpel easily slid through the thin plastic.

      ...The scalpel slid painfully through his flesh. It traced a long trail across his abdomen, and he felt every inch of the cut. Voices discussed him in the background. "We use a paralytic, not an anesthetic. The unbearable pain causes their minds to wipe the traumatic experience from their memory..."

      A commotion in the front room startled him back to reality. "Help me!" The girl screamed as her sister burst into the bathroom. The sister grabbed the nearest weapon, a long razor sharp surgical saw, and swung it wildly at the man. He tried to defend himself from the blows without fighting back. The saw bit painfully into his forearms, tearing off long strips of skin and gore.

      The attack stopped as suddenly as it began, and he looked up at the sister to see a paralyzed look of terror and confusion on her face. He looked down at the bloody torn mess that used to be his arms, and felt the same confusion. Below the skin, where there should be bone, was the glint of smooth metal. He ripped the ragged strips of flesh from his forearms and hands, revealing the shiny silver pistons and gears beneath. He laughed in bewilderment, and stood in front of the mirror. He tore his clothes from his body with his metal claw like fingers. They bit painfully into the skin of his chest, and ripped the flesh from his metal ribcage beneath.

      "...malfunction in Messenger 2217!"

      Came the voice in his head. He pushed it away, returning to the flood of lost memories now returning to him.

      "...Her torn and crumpled photo, clutched weakly in his hand. The men's voices, "We leave them with the most painful memories to make them feel like they are still human. Their humanity makes them more complacent and easy to control..."

      "Reprogramming team dispatched for Messenger 2217!"

      He tore his left ear from his head to make the transmissions stop, and threw it into the sink. The girls huddled together on the bathroom floor, now more terrified than ever. He grabbed the small battery powered drill from his briefcase, and stood close to the mirror. He pressed it to the side of his head, and pulled the trigger in a spray of sparks and gore. He looked down at his hands and arms. The skin was already regenerating, covering the steel in a mockery of humanity.

      Sirens wailed from just outside the house. He turned to the sister, "You called the police? Good. I'm going to take their guns. I'm going to need all of them."
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    2. Nonsense!

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:49 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      Another night of strangely semi-lucid dreams. I've had lots of these in the past week or two. Here's a good...bad example.


      My girlfriend's father accidentally bought two clear plastic waste baskets, instead of just one. He gave me the spare. I took a hammer to it, smashing it into tiny shards. I had the idea that I could use these crystal-like shards to help me focus, thus making me more lucid.

      I got a plastic bag, and returned to try and gather up all the shattered pieces of plastic. They were buried under slides of old family photos piled up on top of the floor. I had to dig through thousands of these slides to find the mess I had made. When I finally found the shattered crystals on the floor, I started eating them like rock candy. They tasted like flavorless sugar crystals. Just sickly sweet. I needed a glass of water to wash them down.

      In the kitchen, I saw my girlfriend's step mom was making a pizza. The small pizza was cooking directly on one burner of the stove. It was bouncing up and down from the heat, like the lid to a boiling pot of water. As I watched, it bounced especially high, and flipped upside down, so the melted cheese was all over the burner and gas flame. I could smell it burning. Before I could do anything, she came in, and started scraping the pizza off the stove and onto a wet frying pan. She didn't seem to mind that it was horribly burned, torn, and messy.

      "Go get me some plates! She demanded." I reached into the space in front of me, and plucked one from thin air. It was a porcelain plate with a autumn leaf pattern around the border. My girlfriend's step mom slopped some of the burned pizza mess onto it, and then looked at me in disgust, "I want the paper plates, unless you are planning on doing dishes tonight?" I reached into the empty air in front of me, and produced another matching porcelain plate. I replied, "We can throw these away when we are done with them, they don't really exist." She didn't seem to understand, so I explained that I was stealing them from the astral realm to bring into this dream, so they didn't really exist.

      She didn't believe me, and thought it was some kind of trick. She challenged me, "Prove it by getting something that can't be faked. I want an antique wooden dog sled." I thought of her request, and heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door, and saw an ornately carved antique wooden rocking horse. It was large enough for a full size adult to ride, like a carousel horse. Instead of a horse straddling the rails, it was a renaissance cherub. A huge creepy baby with short curly hair. The wood was stained and polished, but showed cracks in the grain from age.

      She was amazed, and immediately hauled the thing inside. As she was trying to shove it under the table in the living room, the baby came to life, and started grabbing her leg. "Ma-ma," It cooed, as it clutched at her pant leg with cracked wooden fingers. She shook it off, distractedly annoyed, and returned to the dinner table.

      She started questioning me in depth about how I created it. I explained that I've never seen a real dog sled, so I must have connected the idea of the sled's skis with the rails for the rocking horse. I told her that first, you need to be able to access the astral realm. Then, you need to know how to define what you want, so you will have a chance of finding it. The only way to learn is through experience. I showed her again, this time demonstrating with something that looked like computer icons. I pulled several more items from out of nowhere.

      My girlfriend's 11 year old brother was staring at me with fascination. His mother was dismissing everything I said, like she didn't think he was mature enough to understand. I locked eyes with him, and said, "You realize the ramifications of this, right? This is heavy, heavy, heavy, man. If you can learn this, you can do anything."

      I then popped another piece of plastic rock candy into my mouth, and looked down at my dinner plate to realize I had accidentally taken the entire pizza instead of just one slice. The slices had somehow folded back on themselves, so they were piled up like a stack of pancakes. I started to feel like a rude dinner guest.
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    3. Can't Win Them All

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:48 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I've been a terrible dreamer lately. I know I've forgotten at least two lucid dreams from the last week. I just woke up with that feeling that I had a lucid, but I can't remember what happened.

      Plus, I've missed a lot of obvious dream signs and even failed reality checks. For example, last night I was floating on a raft with three naked playboy models and my girlfriend. I looked down at my hand to count my fingers, and noticed my hand was super tiny like a baby's, and gray in color. I noticed it was strange, made a joke about it, and then proceeded to give one of the models a piggy back ride around the pool to find the crocodile.
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    4. Ouroboros

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:42 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I am working pest control with my stepfather's company. We are releasing a raccoon from a trap, when I notice that it's leg is broken. I tell my stepfather's father (step-grandfather?) that we have to take it home and nurse it back to health. He disagrees, saying he will release it into the wild ten miles from here, and it will heal naturally. The poor animal's bone is clearly jutting out from it's front leg in a bloody mess. My step-grandfather is lying to me, and I know he's going to kill the animal as soon as he has it out of my sight.

      When I get the animal safely into the cabin, I realize it is actually a baby sun bear, not a raccoon. I resolutely decide to care for this rare and loveable baby no matter what. When I get it out of the cage, I realize I am mistaken again, it is actually a baby gorilla. It has a massive chest, and long spindly arms and legs. It must be some sort of fragile tiny monkey baby. It's long arms almost look like tentacles. I carry the tiny thing out of the house in the palm of my hand.

      An incredibly beautiful topless black woman is sunbathing at the pool. She takes a look at my new pet, and tells me I need to create a home for it. My little brother gives me one of his empty toy boxes to use as a cage and home. Remembering that raccoons carry a deadly brain parasite, I run back inside to wash my hands. The bar of soap is impossible to see because it blends in perfectly with the wall tile. Instead, I use a small travel bottle of shampoo.

      When I return, I find my baby looks more alien than ever. It is a beautiful glowing creature made of tentacles. Unlike a sea creature, it looks very touchable and soft. I cradle it in the palm of my hand, and loosely close my fingers around it. It begins to spin, tickling my fingers with it's soft feathery limbs. It spins so fast, it begins to hum, and fills me with an incredible sense of love and inspiration.

      I take it inside to show my family. My brother's ex-girlfriend peeks into my hand, and says, "Oh, you have an Ouroboros." I reply, "I never knew you were so good at dream interpretation. You must be some kind of genius."

      The Ouroboros is the famous symbol of a snake devouring it's own tail. The serpent, a symbol representing fear, feeds off itself. The fear that the creature inspires in others also sustains it. The creature in my hand is a monster that feeds off of the fear it inspires in others. The reason I feel only love for it, is because it has consumed all my fear, leaving nothing left to make me feel any emotion. It is an infinite loop.

      I take the creature outside, and speak to it in my hand, "This is the perfect place to feed you all the fear you could ever want. Let's give you enough to break the cycle, and let you grow to your full potential."

      I try to summon up all the fear I have ever experienced. I don't imagine anything specific, only the memory of the raw emotion. Immediately, the ground begins to shake and the dream darkens. In the distance, I see gigantic creatures lumbering out of a mist. Even from the distance, they tower over their surroundings, standing hundreds of feet tall. Their heads disappear into the clouds above, like skyscrapers on a foggy day. There are dozens of them, and they are raining down destruction on everything in their path. They destroy whole cities in a single stroke, and I feel the earth splitting and breaking beneath them. It feels like every disaster I have ever experienced. The ground beneath my feet feels like it could give away at any second. The air is whipping around me, trying to knock me to my knees.

      I feel the worst terror I have ever experienced, and want it to stop. The sensations are too real, and I can't distract myself from them enough to change the scene around me. Everywhere I turn, I see more of the monsters, coming closer every time. I turn to my mother standing next to me, and say, "Ok, this is enough fear, now how do I stop it?" I know as soon as I look at her. I start swinging my head from side to side, trying to get the monsters out of my vision while focusing on a peaceful image of a calm white sand beach.

      When I finally manage to get the terrible images out of my field of vision, my eyes lock on a picturesque scene of a peaceful coastline with a lighthouse. There is a rocky path down to the water, and a friendly visitor center filled with smiling and laughing people. I walk towards the visitor center still clutching my pet in my hand. It is whirling faster than ever, and I need to use the restroom very badly. Those monsters literally scared the piss out of me!

      I enter the restroom, and stand over the toilet. I'm afraid to put down my pet. He is twirling so fast, I fear he will shoot off in any direction if I let him go. There must be something to fear here that he is feeding off of. I look around, and see two girls using the stall at the end of the men's room. One is acting as a lookout, while the other crouches over the toilet. I think this girl must be afraid of being discovered.

      Satisfied, I put my pet in my pocket, but he keeps spinning against my jeans. I feel heat from the friction, and fear he will burn a hole right through my pants. I lift one leg up high to stretch the denim against his body. This slows him down, but makes it impossible for me to aim at the toilet. Two men stand on either side of me, uncomfortably close. One of them pees on my shoe on purpose, taunting me. I reach over, pick him up by the face with with one hand, and carry him outside. I throw him against the wall, and punch him hard in the neck. He laughs, and I realize he is a meaningless distraction. I join in his laughter, and reach into my pocket to retrieve my pet. I leave the man standing against the wall, laughing.

      I join my friend and her husband at a picnic table. I place my pet on the table, and he opens up his feathery limbs to a brilliant white light. We all laugh at the joyfulness of the light. My friend laughs so hard, her breasts pop out of her top. I playfully pretend to cover my eyes while she tries to cover up.
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    5. Taste That Sunshine!

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:42 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      My best friend had betrayed me. To get back at him, I broke into his house to pull some pranks Amelie style. Walking around his house, seeing all his personal belongings, I started to have second thoughts. I decided I should be the better person, and not seek revenge. The next day, the news came to me that he had foreclosed on his mortgage. The bank was auctioning off his house and all his belongings.

      I attended the auction, and bought his favorite antique desk for a fraction of it's value. I hauled it back to my garage, and started sanding off the finish with a power sander. The look on his face was priceless when he saw me destroying his most prized possession. Little did he know, I was actually going to refinish it and give it back to him.

      Sanding the beast took some time. It seemed like the more I sanded, the bigger the desk became. More sides kept appearing. More nooks and crannies that I had missed. At one point, I realized I was sanding the rubberized handle of a stapler that was in the desk drawer. I followed one of the long table legs, and realized it turned into an ornate railing for a huge staircase. This was going to take longer than I thought!

      I started clearing away an area around the stairs so I would not get sawdust on all my stuff. At the top of the stairs, I found a small box with a huge centipede in it. It was terrible looking. It was at least a foot long, and had a grotesque head shaped like a lobster claw. It was stuck in the box, and was slowly wiggling it's poisonous claw-head around trying to free itself. Not wanting to touch it with my bare hands, I ran into the bedroom to find something I could use to scoop it up. I found a decorated paper bag in a pile of Christmas wrapping paper. When I opened it, I realized there were more centipedes inside. They looked like flattened scorpions, with long centipede necks that ended in sharp claw heads. They were spilling all over the floor, as I scrambled to scoop them up without getting bitten. They kept multiplying, and soon there were baby centipede-scorpions everywhere.

      "Screw this!" I yelled out loud, frustrated. I vaulted over the guard rail, and slid down the banister on my feet. Halfway down, I leaped into the air and spread my arms out to either side. My arms sprouted feathers and flattened into eagle wings. I tucked my legs beneath me, folding my knees into my chest, and extending my toes into long bird talons. I glided down towards an open door, and out into the sunlight.

      I beat my wings, and lifted into the air to turn over in an exhilarating high loop. Coming down from the loop, I thought for a second to remember what I wanted to do. I remembered the Dream Views task of the month to taste something intangible. I ended my loop a few feet off the ground, hovering near a stone lamp post at the foot of a driveway. I reached out toward the red stone with my human hand, and tried to draw the color off of it. A cloud of dark red dust lifted off the surface, and covered my fingers like dust from a terracotta conte crayon. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them. They tasted gritty and earthy, like clay. "This is what red must tase like," I thought to myself.

      Not satisfied with this result, I looked up to the beautiful blue sky above me. I was amazed at how clear my environment was, and how far I could see in all directions. I floated upward, towards the beautiful clear sky. I had to get above the shadows of the surrounding buildings. As I floated upward, I saw the sun crest the roof of the nearest house. As it appeared, I opened my mouth wide to suck in it's brilliant light. I immediately had the sensation of my mouth filling with something. I could feel pressure on my tongue, like opening your mouth while under water. It tasted leafy, like cooked spinach. I thought to myself, "I must be tasting my own chlorophyll, like a plant."

      The light from the sun was blinding me no matter how much I squinted. I instinctively closed my eyes for a second to block out it's bright light. As soon as my eyes shut, I found myself back in bed.
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    6. Lucid at Work With Aquanina

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:41 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I was researching flashing details for a storefront window set in masonry. It was frustrating, because all I could in my reference books were old black and white photos of underground brickwork. I recognized some of the pictures as being from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The brick work was built right into the ceiling of an underground cavern. I couldn't understand why I had never seen these photos before. I asked Aquanina for help, but she was mystified also. We had a long conversation, and ended up talking about the pros and cons of different 3D modeling programs.

      We ended up at my coworker's desk, helping him retrofit some inappropriately large classical columns onto the brick building I was working on. As he zoomed into one of the details on the screen, I realized something was wrong. The zoom looked really smooth, and popped out like a 3D movie. I wondered if this was a dream. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I lifted into the air, and flew away. It all happened so fast, I barely had time to think. One second I was immersed in work, the next I was flying out the door. I yelled back to Nina, "Sorry, I have to go. This is just too weird for me."

      I could see darkness outside the front door of my office. Night time already? I flew out into the darkness, and realized it was an empty void. I tried to think of something to fill the void. I pictured the image I had just seen on my coworker's computer screen. The brick building with oversized columns. I knew it was a new memorial monument on the Mall in Washington DC. I got a flash of the building in front of me. It was coming at me too fast, and I flew right through it like a mirage.

      I knew the dream was slipping, so I looked down at my hands, extended in front of me like superman. They did not look like my hands at all. The skin was aged and leathery from sun exposure. I felt very detached from them, like I could barely move them. They felt heavy and numb, like when you sleep on your arm and wake up with it numb. I struggled to make my left hand reach over and grab my right forearm. As soon as I felt the touch, the dream stabilized and I was back in my office.

      Things still felt very shaky, and I could sense my real body back in bed. I walked around the office picking things up and touching everything in sight to try to ground myself. I knew the dream was not stable enough to try flying or traveling, so I decided to stay put and explore my current environment.

      I tried to find Nina again, but she had transformed into her sister. I recognized that threatening, creepy look in her eyes. I knew she was an impostor who wanted to somehow trap me in the dream. I had a half empty bottle of rootbeer in my hand that I had found in the office. I was holding onto it to keep the dream stable. Nina's sister was talking non-stop, trying to distract me and make me lose my lucidity. I knew my expectations were the only thing making the situation feel scary. I tried to think of something funny that would change the feel of the dream. I reached over, and dumped the rootbeer down the front of her pants, laughing. It just made her more aggressive and monstrous. I tried to think of pleasant thoughts to keep this from turning into a nightmare, knowing that it was too late. She went from threatening to aggressive, and started to grab me with her creepy witch hands.

      I still had the bottle in my hand. I slammed it down on the edge of the table to break it in half and use it as a weapon. Instead of breaking, it bounced like it was made of rubber. I tried again, throwing all my weight into it. When the bottle hit the table, I felt a pain in my jaw, like someone punched me. I experimented again, hitting the bottle on the table. Again, I felt the impact in my jaw. The witch laughed at me, explaining that any harm I did to my dream world was only harming myself. I wondered for a second if I was sleeping strangely back in my bed, somehow putting weird pressure on my face and jaw. As soon as I thought of my body back in bed, I became aware of it and woke up.
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    7. Smokey Bear's Revenge

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:41 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I guess I was more angry that I thought about that "Smokey Bear and the Bandit" movie from the other night...

      I had to have the plans delivered to the client by 5:00. The courier for the blueprinter was on his way, but I couldn't get the staples out. Using pliers, I was trying to rip them out one by one. The courier arrived. It can't be time already! I looked at the clock, but it didn't make sense to me. I asked the courier, and he replied "4:38". I was out of time!

      I tried to sign for the delivery, but I couldn't find our office's name on the list. I was having a hard time reading. Frustrated, I awkwardly scribbled my name in on the bottom line. I decided I would make the blueprints myself, on the way to the job site. I grabbed he blue line machine, and started running down the street. I fed the first sheet in as I crossed a busy intersection. I seemed to be on roller skates. The print came out blank, and I remembered I disposed of all the ammonia last month. Wait, I thought I trashed my blue line machine also...

      I skated back to my office, and found the courier still there. He was loitering around, hitting on our intern. Before I had a chance to send him off, his friends showed up. First, a Hispanic woman with a basket of strawberries. Then, the German woman who works there phones followed. She had bags full of food. Dozens of people from the blueprinter's shop started pouring in, each carrying plates and bags of food. It looked like they were going to have a picnic. They filled the conference room and started discussing leaving to form their own company. It was a mutiny!

      I walked into the conference room and switched the lights off. I stood beside the long table, and pulled a small black vial out of my pocket. I threw it into the air, with the intention of having it float above the table and then explode into some sort of black hole or dark energy. I couldn't concentrate with everybody jibber-jabbing. The vial started bouncing around the room at crazy speeds. I couldn't stop it.

      Two of the guys wouldn't stop talking, and I got more and more angry. One of them suddenly leaped at me violently. He pulled a hammer out of his pocket to attack me. I jumped up on the table, and reached into his mouth to grab his tongue. I stretched his tongue out of his mouth with one hand, and then slammed my other fist into his jaw. His teeth slammed together, lopping his tongue off in a spray of blood. I caught his hammer as he swung it towards me. I ripped it out of his hand and threw it across the room at his friend. The hammer flipped through the air end-over-end, and buried itself claw first in his buddy's left eye socket.

      The whole crowd came at me with pliers, hammers, and other tools. I jumped under the table to hide. I crawled towards the other end of the table to confront their leader, a muscular woman who looked like a body builder. I was being pummeled and stabbed with fists and sharp tools. I felt my hair start to grow into a thick protective coat of fur. My skin toughened, and I exploded in size. The conference table flew off my back, splintering as I reared up to my full height as an eight foot tall rampaging grizzly bear!

      I swatted away my attackers as I made my way towards the door. The room was too small for me to maneuver in. I knew I would never fit through the doorway. I shifted myself sideways against reality, and watched as my attacker's fists and weapons passed right through my ephemeral bear-body. I charged through the walls on all fours, and out to the parking lot. The mob followed, still throwing books, chairs, and office equipment at me. I leaped into the air, and then watched in third person as I sprouted beautiful white feathered wings, and took off into the air.

      Now part of the mob, I stood in the parking lot watching the winged bear awkwardly flap and flop around the sky in retreat. A skinny man with glasses approached me. "The experiments worked!" He said, excitedly. "The genetic modifications must be taking effect. That must mean your gills are on their way."

      I felt a strange pain in my neck, and reached up to feel a long gash running from my ear down to my shoulder. It was tender, but not bleeding. I took a deep breath, and felt myself draw air through the flap of skin. I took another breath, and this time, felt myself draw air into my lungs from under my arm. I reached under my left arm pit to finger another long tear in my skin. Each breath felt like it was ripping my skin open more and more. I joked with my nerdy companion, "What a terrible place for a gill. Is everything going to smell like armpit? This is like having your nose in your ass."

      My companion didn't answer. Instead he took off running, yelling, "Hurry! To the creek!" I had a brief flash of seeing myself swimming underwater, breathing easily through my new gills, then I woke up.
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    8. The Lotus Position

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:40 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I had this lucid last night that has been giving me the blues all day. Nostalgic about my childhood and all

      I'm excited to be remodeling a house in my old neighborhood. My father is driving me around the neighborhood to survey the houses. All the new construction in the area reminds me of when we first moved to town, when I was only six. I remember back to my first year in the new house. A six year old, exploring a new environment with that sense of wonder that only children can experience. Running through the half built houses collecting pieces of construction waste like treasures.

      I am snapped out of my nostalgia by a kid running right in front of the car. I scream at my father who is obviously not paying attention. Our car buzzes by the child at full speed, missing him by less than an inch. I yell at my father, but he doesn't seem to have even noticed the child.

      Arriving at the site of my new project, I realize it is the exact same house I lived in as a kid. The new family is already moving in, and I excitedly jump out to help them. I survey the house as well as I can, with people coming and going. I help move some furniture, and become friendly with the new family. I pay special attention to the two young boys who are moving in. I try to remember myself and my brother at their age, and what it was like to move into a new house. I end up babysitting these two boys while everyone else moves furniture.

      We play with some bright green clay that makes a mess all over my hands. They show me to their new bathroom upstairs so I can wash my hands. It has been remodeled since I lived there. I try to wash my hands in the colorful red and blue plastic sink. Water pours out of the ceiling, and mists up from the sink basin. I realize this is a new children's shower that sprays the whole room to make it easy and fun for kids to shower. Embarrassed, I find the real sink just outside the bathroom. I scrub my hands and pump some soap out of the dispenser, but it just makes a bigger mess. The kids laugh at me. I realize the dispenser is an accessory for the clay we were playing with. It is filled with more green clay, and I've smeared it everywhere. I find the real bar of soap, and easily clean the mess up. I laugh with the kids, telling them, "This is the real reason kids love me. I do silly stuff like this. My life is like a full time clown act."

      I return to the adults downstairs, and find them all busy except for one man. I know him as the owner of the house. He is sitting, cross legged in meditation on the couch. He is surrounded by balloons and streamers, like a birthday party. The breeze from the open door blows the decorations around lazily. As I approach him, I notice his skin is a deep purple color, and he is covered in glowing tattoos. From this side of the couch, I can clearly see he is not sitting, but levitating a few inches off the cushions. While remaining standing, I lift my legs off the ground, and fold them beneath me so I am floating also. He opens his eyes, and I ask him, "Are you working on your lotus position? I learned the same way you did. Watch the rhythm of the streamers swaying in the breeze. Match your breathing to the rhythm." I begin floating calmly around the high ceiling room, still holding the lotus position. I aim myself towards the balloons, and bounce off each one in series. I have a hard time keeping myself upright, and by the end of the exercise, I am tilted sideways at a difficult angle.

      I feel guilty for having so much fun while others are working, so I land to go to check my list of things to do. Did I finish everything? My list is written in crayon on a ratted orange piece of kid's construction paper. I can't read a word, but I assume I've finished it all.

      My best friend walks into the room right as I land, and I try to explain to her how easy it is to levitate. She doesn't believe me. I am so happy to see her. This whole experience has made me so sad and nostalgic. I curl up on the ground, holding her in my arms. Everyone else trails into the room, exhausted from the day's work. We watch a movie about a man and his pet grizzly bear called, "Smokey Bear and the Bandit." It is a terrible family movie, but I don't say anything because the children are present. My girlfriend comes to join us, and I suddenly feel guilty for cuddling with this other woman. I get up to explain, and hear a timer beep loudly.

      It is the perfect reason to excuse myself, so I turn to the tattooed man and say, "I'll take care of it." He replies, "Those are my sweet potatoes. Could you just press Shift-1 on the microwave for me?" In the kitchen, I open the microwave to see a sticky mess of purple yams, with one giant one in the center that is richly decorated with jewelery. I try to find the 'Shift-1' button, but can't read the words on the microwave. The buttons look like holograms. I can barely see a shimmer if I angle my head to a certain position.

      Frustrated, I return to the movie room, and say, "Ok, I feel like an idiot, but I can't figure out the microwave. The numbers keep shifting like holograms, or like... a dream...?" I continue out loud, to the whole room full of people, "Oh fucking hell. This is all a dream, isn't it? That's why I couldn't read my list. That explains the levitating." I look at the TV, and say out loud, again, "So this stupid freaking movie is all my fault? Smokey Bear and the Bandit? That's the worst joke I've ever heard."

      I kneel down to my seven year old brother (he's seven in real life), and explain to him what it means to be lucid. He loves the concept, so I walk him over to the wall behind the stairs. I tell him to draw a door on the wall with his crayon. He outlines one, including squiggly hinges, and a crooked door knob. I tell him to imagine anyplace he wants to go. Anything he can imagine. I reach out to grasp the doorknob, but it is too slippery. He giggles and tries also. His finger punches right through the drywall, and he swivels the whole section of dusty drywall forward on it's crayon hinges.

      Inside, is a small cubbyhole filled with lost toys. Transformers, action figures, old McDonalds Happy Meal toys. I pull them out and start playing with them, but my brother can't see them. I say to him, "Maybe you can't see them, because this is my dream. You can only see things that you dream about."

      I get an idea, and walk him into the bathroom. We look at ourselves in the mirror, and I show him how strange things can happen in dream mirrors. I tell him, "We need a code word that we can remember when we wake up. Something to prove that we had this dream together." I try to think of one, and he yells out, "Abra Kablabara." I repeat it, trying to remember it. He seems distracted and bored. He runs outside, and I follow.

      Outside in the driveway, everyone is climbing in a giant gold Cadillac Escalade. I try to remind my brother to remember the phrase for when he wakes up. I'm frustrated that he won't pay attention to me. He is playing with his dog, and suddenly turns into a dog himself. The two dogs sniff each other. I'm so frustrated with my dream world, I rip a hubcap off the Cadillac and start smashing it against the side of the car. I yell at people inside to get out of the car. I want them to stay here. I don't want them to leave.

      I get a hold of myself, ashamed that I let the dream take over like this. I am very emotional, and I know I can't stay lucid much longer. I need to wake up and write it all down before I lose myself. I stand still, and press my eyes closed hard. I open them, and there is a black Honda Civic parked on the grass. Confused, I try again. This time, I really force them back open, and find myself lying in bed.

      I don't recognize the dark room for a minute. It is almost pitch black, but something is strange. I am smashed against the edge of the bed, about to fall off. There is a tall post standing next to the bed that may be part of the bed frame. Disoriented, I try to remember the dream. I remember that I was in this house helping out. I must have spent the night while babysitting and helping move in. I know there are three or four people in bed with me, including my girlfriend's younger brother and my best friend. I'm worried about sleeping in such akward arrangements, apparently naked. I'm more worried about how I will write down this long dream. I know I don't have my dream journal here. I hold the dream in my mind, to lock it in my memory. I then prepare myself to go stumble through this strange house. I don't want to wake up the other people in bed. I am horrified about having to walk through this unknown house in the black night, trying to find a pen and paper.

      I try to swing my leg out of bed, but it does not respond. It feels like I'm paralyzed. Or maybe it feels like sleep paralysis? I have this thought, and wake up into my real bed.
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    9. The Ritual

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:39 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      The boy tried to put his body back together. The Elders took him apart in the ceremony, saying it would help stop the plague from spreading. Now he didn't know how to put it back together. The cuts looked clean when they removed his arms and legs. The thick black blood looked like it would work as glue to put him back together. If only the Elders would wake up. They would know what to do. But they had lain silent for days now, along with all the other adults.

      The pounding of hooves shook the earth, and the boy hid, as he was taught to do. Strange men tore through the camp with torches and guns. They pulled the children out of hiding, separating them into two groups. They must have misinterpreted he boy's ceremonial dress and long braids as they threw him roughly in with the girl's group. They bound his hands and feet, and tethered him to a line with all the girls. They dragged him harshly from the blazing camp, yelling commands. He heard the guns, and turned to see the line of boys drop limply to the ground. The rope pulled him forward as he watched the strange men throw the small bodies into the fire to burn with the rest.

      The woman had kind eyes, but looked defeated. She approached the boy last in line. She dipped her thumb into the small bowl of water, and roughly smeared the caked blood from his forehead. She made the shape of a cross, mumbling, "To cleanse you of your past, and be reborn anew..." She seemed shaken that he understood her, when he met her gaze, and replied in English, "Amen."

      The men hauled the group of girls off to be washed. There was a commotion when they stripped the boy of his clothes for his turn, and realized their mistake. A large man seized him, and roughly dragged him towards the outskirts of the camp. The woman with kind eyes met them halfway. After much argument, the large man stormed off, and the boy was left alone with the woman. She bent down to look him over. "You are full of surprises. Here you are, a boy pretending to be a girl. Here I stand, a woman filling the duties normally reserved for men. It is a new world, indeed." Seeing clearly for the first time, the boy replied, "Like you, I have seen the future. This time, we can change it."
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    10. Wings and Fireworks

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:37 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      Wow. I had an unexpected lucid last night. It was hyper real. I don't know that I've ever been so lucid in such a stable dream. I was able to check the time before and after the dream, and I'm convinced it lasted over and hour and a half. I had to wake up super early yesterday to oversee a plumbing installation, so maybe I missed a REM cycle. Thank you REM rebound!

      I was trying to fall back asleep after being woken up by my girlfriend jabbing on the phone with her mom in the middle of the night. Weirdo. I finally started to relax, and rolled onto my side. I immediately felt my body start to hum and vibrate. Shadows started to dance across the room, silhouetted in the light from the open doorway. I tried to tell my girlfriend what was happening, but could barely manage a slurred mumble through the paralysis. The shadows coalesced into a huge demon with horns that curled up to almost touch the ceiling. His body looked hulking and deformed as he advanced toward me through the darkness. When he was almost upon me, I picked up the telephone and yelled into the receiver, "I'm in sleep paralysis. Make me lucid. Make me lucid! I want to be lucid!."

      Suddenly, I was standing in my lit bathroom, disoriented. Everything looked so clear and stable, I was surprised it was a dream. I leaned over the counter towards the mirror to inspect my reflection. Everything looked just as it should. My head was a little too large for my body, as if I was looking in a fun house mirror. I clasped my hands together in front of me, and flexed to push my shoulder blades out of my back. I felt them pop through the skin, freed from their confinement. I wiggled my shoulder blades, and watched in the mirror as they grew out horizontally into short white points. As they continued to grow, I shook them to unfurl the opalescent white feathers. I could feel the strength in my huge new wings as I gave them a little flap. It felt so natural. They draped all the way to the ground, like an angel. The room was too small for me to open them all the way. Instead, I turned to the side to admire the shiny pristine feathers in the mirror.

      As I turned this way and that, I realized I could not see the doorway in the mirror. No matter how I changed my viewpoint, It remained hidden. I started to get a bit nervous, not knowing if someone was going to sneak up on me. As soon as I had this thought, I saw a heavyset man enter the room behind me. He stood next to me at the counter, and I looked at him reflected in the mirror. It felt a lot like being in a public bathroom, and watching someone walk up next to you to wash their hands. I said a few words to him, but something about his presence made me uncomfortable. I locked eyes with him, and commanded him, "Leave my bathroom right now, and instead, send in your hot sister." He grumbled in annoyance, but left. A few seconds later, a gorgeous blond woman entered. She had a real nasty attitude, which I found really attractive.

      I followed her out the room, and down the hallway. She was stripping off her clothes slowly, one piece at a time, as I walked behind her. When she slipped off her skirt, I reached out with my soft feathered wing and slapped her on her naked rear teasingly. We came into a room with a pool table. All of the billiard balls were on the floor. The woman tried to show me how to play some game where you had to pop the balls back onto the table, and into the pockets. It was very complicated, and I wasn't interested. She made some vague promises of sexual rewards if I beat her in the game. I felt like this was a trap, and I knew she had already called the cops. I wanted to try out my new wings.

      I looked out the window, and focused on creating a landscape to fly over. I tried to imagine a desert canyon like T.S. has photos of in her D.J. Instead, I managed to create a really bad, plastic looking 3D model of a mountain. It looked very fake, like a 3D landscape from the 1980s. As I struggled to make it more real, it started to move. The window I was looking through was now a camera, and the landscape was a terrible music video for Ronnie James Dio. I changed to channel to a TV crime drama set in a mansion. A Chinese man was trying to molest his young step daughter. Unknown to him, his wife accidentally witnessed the exchange, and turned him in to the police. I watched all this while hanging from the ceiling of the mansion. As the characters walked through the mansion, I had to swing around on the large tapestries that were hung from the high ceiling.

      Next thing I remember, is being in an open air marketplace. I started to worry about being lucid for so long. I wanted to write down some of the conversations I had with the DCs, because I felt they had special meaning. I tried to wake myself up, but could not. The dream world was too stable. I was amazed at being able to read the signs, menus, and tags on all the booths. The words were very stable and unchanging. Several times, I looked down at my hands and body, amazed that everything was so perfect, even though I knew it was still a dream.

      Looking at my hands reminded me of the DV task of the month. I was at the bottom of an outdoor flight of stairs, in a busy open air marketplace. I focused on my hands, and imagined what it would feel like to shoot fireworks from them. I imagined something like T.S. described, with fountains jetting out of my fingertips. Instead, I watched as my palms tore open painfully. I saw the tip of something shiny in the open wound, and realized it was a rocket. I flung my hand upwards to help dislodge the rocket. Blood splashed all over me from the grizzly gash in my palm, but I managed to fling the rocket free. It flipped up end over end into the air before I saw the back end of it ignite. It hesitated for a second, then shot up a few feet and burst into a cloud of brightly colored confetti. Not quite what I had in mind. I tried the other hand, which felt even more painful. It shot further than the first, and looked more like fireworks when it exploded high in the air. Unfortunately, as the sparks fell downward, they also turned into confetti. I knew I must look like an idiot to the people standing around watching. I felt like a bad street magician.

      Now I was frustrated. I decided I had to make it dark, because I could not imagine what fireworks would look like in a daytime sky. The light slowly began to fade to dusk as I braced myself for another attempt. This time, I focused my attention to the tips of my fingers. I pointed my hands away from myself, and locked my vision on a place high in the sky. There was no pain this time, as a series of paper rockets blasted out of my fingertips rapid fire. I watched them as they disappeared into the distance. The sky had now settled to a dark indigo color. After a few seconds, the sky lit up to an impressive display of color. It looked like the end of a fireworks show, when they shoot off a ton of fireworks at once. The crowd cheered, and I was surprised by how amazing it looked. As the sparks settled, I noticed that they, too were turning into confetti. Not again!! I reached out to them with my consciousness, and all the millions of bits of confetti burst into fireworks of their own. The sky lit up with their brilliance, and I cheered along with the crowd.

      A small man who looked like a Tarsier Monkey wearing white Buddhist robes approached me:

      He excitedly asked me if I could read in this dream, too. I said that I could, and that I thought it was strange. He said it has always been his dream to visit the akashic records to research. He said he has been waiting for a dream where he could read before attempting. I shook his hand, and decided I better wake myself up to write this all down.

      I woke up to my father yelling at me. He was angry that I had slept in. Apparently, we were supposed to pick up the blond pool-playing woman at the airport. We were really late. He made me look up her flight on Spirit Airways on the internet. Reading through the page, I was again amazed that I could read all the text. I knew it was a dream, but wanted to see where this was all going. I piled in my dad's car, and we sped off to the airport. He started driving like a total maniac. He was driving on the sides of the road, into oncoming traffic, and even on the sides of buildings. I was not afraid, because I was still hyper lucid. When we finally arrived at the airport, we had missed the flight. My dad was furious. I put my hand on his arm, and said, "Dad, don't worry. This has all been a dream." To prove it, I made him look at my right hand. I had 8 fingers all crammed onto my normal sized hand. He laughed as I waved my monstrous hand around, relieved that he did not forget our friend at the airport. I then told him to look at his own hand, because he was now lucid also. He had only two gigantic fingers, like a lobster claw.

      We exited the car into a huge parking garage with ceilings so tall they disappeared into the darkness above. I wanted to go flying again, so I closed my eyes and imagined the 3D landscape I had created earlier. For a brief few seconds, I was flying over it. I could still feel myself standing in the parking garage, hearing the echoes of car doors slamming and horns beeping as their owners locked them remotely. I tried harder, feeling myself in both places at once. I felt something shift, and suddenly I was back in the outdoor marketplace.

      I was at a stand with a man who was selling cacti. He explained that they were lucid cactus. If you distilled their nectar into a tea, you could become lucid whenever you wanted. My Tarsier Monkey friend approached us, still very excited. He said that he was finally able to complete his goal of reading 10,000 pages. I told him I was able to complete my goal also, of shooting fireworks out of my hand. We both thanked the cactus vendor for making us lucid.

      I decided I really needed to wake up and record this before I forgot everything. I leaned forward, and smashed my face into the cactus. I felt the needles painfully puncture my cheeks and eyes. The eyes hurt especially bad, and I woke up.
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    11. A Message From the Beach

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:36 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      This was a crazy long lucid. I actually got bored a couple times because the dream felt so real and lasted for so long. It's sort of a boring dream, but I'll post all the details anyways in case some of the themes tie into the message passing experiments.

      A Message From the Beach
      A new day spa opened down the street. Out back, they have a small cottage that they rent out as a bed and breakfast, and use for massages. Walking home with my coworker, we come across this cottage, and decide to see whats inside. The place is very empty feeling, and sparsely decorated. There are several life like dolls on display around the house like statues. They are robotic, and can move slightly to appear life like. One doll of a little girl can blink her eyes. The cat can wiggle it's tail. A sitting dog bobs his head up and down. In the back of the house, is a bedroom with a gigantic bed covered in lacy blue and white sheets. We lie down on the bed, and I doze off to sleep.

      I am awakened by the sound of the front door closing. The owner of the house must be home. I'm going to be in big trouble. What am I even doing sleeping in this strange house? I hear a woman's voice speaking to my friend next to me in bed. She is yelling at my friend to get out of her house. My friend is shaking me and yelling at me to get up. We need to leave before this lady calls the police. I just woke up, and can't move. I think, "What a terrible time to be stuck in sleep paralysis." As this thought hits me, I realize sleep paralysis means a dream, and that this whole situation must be a dream. I still can not move, so I relax and try to fall asleep into a new dream.

      I wake up, and am still in bed. I am terrified that I've been sleeping in this strange house. I get up, and walk to the bathroom. The room is a pale blue color, and there is a large brown haired Italian woman standing in front of the mirror. I am confused out of my mind! I try to apologize to her, and explain that I have no idea how I got here. As I explain waking up in bed unable to move, I remember that this is a dream. I look down at my hand, and see that I have only four fingers, and no thumb. I can still feel my thumb, and can wiggle it. It is just invisible for some reason.

      I look back up at the woman, who is standing silently in the middle of the blue tile bathroom with a creepy grin on her face. I tell her, "Stay calm, this is a dream." She looks....wrong. Her eyes and her grin are growing more monstrous by the minute. Sort of like when you stare at yourself in the mirror for too long. I start to get frightened and creeped out. I say, out loud, "I am going to close this door, and when I open it, it will lead to the beach. This is how you teleport in a lucid dream." I close the bathroom door, tell her to shut her eyes, and then I open it. The door opens into a sandy beach. I have to lean into the door to push it open through the sand.

      The beach looks like a cartoon. The colors are all too bright and plastic looking. It looks like the beach in Adam's long exposure photographs. I walk along the sand, and am amazed by how the water levels do not seem right. I think I am on a sand bar that is floating with the waves on the open ocean. I see other people on the beach. I walk by a young black man in his 20s or late teens. His casual, comfortable manner makes me think he is a native on this island. He is sitting on a low stone wall, calling out names. I continue walking past him, but soon hear him yell out my name. I stop dead in my tracks, and turn around. He is about 100 feet behind me, and staring right at me. I point at myself, and he silently mouths the word "Lucid?" I nod my head, yes. He waves over a group of girls who just got out of the ocean. The lead girl is an attractive Latina wearing a white tank top and jeans. He speaks with her briefly as I stand there watching like an idiot. The girl runs over to me, shakes my hand, and introduces herself.

      She tells me that she knows me, and has a message for me. She tells me a story about a website that I apparently made. On this website, I posted baking recipes that I stole from her dreams. I get an image of a cake and some baked goods. We come to an outdoor restaurant in a train car. We sit down in a booth under a crystal chandelier, and continue talking. I ask her for more details (which I can't remember because this dream ended up being so long!). I have the feeling she is a police officer.

      I decide I want to have more fun, so I spread my consciousness out to the train. I take control of the train as my robot body, and talk over the PA system. I say, "This is your new captain speaking, please fasten your seat belts. I am in complete control of the train!" I can feel the weight of the train cars as my arms and legs. I awkwardly stand up, and begin to climb a huge tree. I am heavy and clunky. As I grab branches with my train-car-hands, I snap them off. I want to reach the top of the canopy to see the sky, but the climb seems endless. Finally, I see some blue through the leaves above me. I look down, and realize I am hundreds of feet above the ground. I get vertigo for a second, and plummet towards the earth. I half fly, half fall, and crash into a city.

      I climb out of the wreckage of my robot body, and walk the busy streets. I come across a toy store filled with imported Japanese toys and candy. I speak with the two owners of the shop, explaining to them how I got here, and the message I received on the beach.. They seem skeptical. I leave, with a few neat toys in hand.

      Back on the street, I see a crowd of people gathered around the steps of a large white capitol building, or city hall. At first I think it is a group of street performers, and I reach for my wallet, fearing they will steal it out of my pocket (Damn Gypsies). It is missing, but I am not worried, because I still know it is a dream. I soon realize it is a crowd of people gathered around a dead body. There has been a murder, and they are closing off the street to track down the killer. I walk up to the police officer, and confess that I committed the crime. I explain, "This is my dream world, so if there was a murder, I must have committed it." I then create the memory in my mind, so I know exactly how it happened. The cop does not understand, so I show him. I lift my arms, and the dead body rises from his chalk outline. He seems disoriented for a second, confused at being raised from the dead. I don't give him time to figure it out. I reach in my belt, grab a pistol, and shoot him in the head. He dies again, and I say to the cop, "See, this is a dream, death does not mean anything. Everyone can leave. This is ridiculous."

      I hear the Joy Division song in my head that the Killers recently covered, "In a room without a window, in the corner, I found truth..."

      I return to the toy store, and find myself a new wallet. It is a bright turquoise rubber surfing wallet with a blue rubber shark on the front. I chat with the two owners again, trying to explain to them what it means to be lucid. I jump up on the counter, and run at the wall. I run right up the wall, and onto the ceiling. It is very confusing how my sense of up and down changes as I feel the gravity shift. I run along the ceiling tiles, yelling down to my new friends to join me. They laugh, now believing every word I have told them. I hop down, and one of the two men reaches behind the counter.

      He brings out a sketchbook, and hands it to me. I recognize it as a sketchbook I had on one of my trips. I open it, and see page after page of pencil drawings done in a strange scribble style. I clearly remember drawing all of these amazing sketches while on an airplane. At the same time, I know these memories are fake. In the middle of the book, there are several pages ripped out. They are brightly colored sheets of construction paper that have shapes cut out of them. They have been ripped out of the spiral binding, leaving little bits of paper where the metal rings ripped through the sheet. I gather up these small pieces of paper in the palm of my hand. I think it is a huge waste to throw away all this good paper. I lift my closed fist to my face, open my hand, and blow the bits of colored paper into the air like confetti. They swirl around like a snow globe. I make the cloud of confetti grow denser and denser, swirling around me until I can feel the heaviness in the air. The air gets so thick with confetti, I can barely move.

      Satisfied, I leave the store, and decide to go look for a book store. I am amazed by this sketchbook, and want to read some more books before I wake up. I then remember how long this dream has been, and I'm worried I will forget the important parts. I already can barely remember the message from the beach. So I wake myself up holding onto the image of the message - a stolen cake and baked goods.
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    12. Here's a Frustrating One:

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:35 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      Driving to work with my girlfriend, we pick up the guy I work with as a hitchhiker. We give him a hard time in the car, making fun of his Capricorn tattoo. It looks like a zebra with an elephant's ass. There is a huge smiley face on the elephant's ass. He talks about how it got infected and took forever to heal. He got a coupon for it at Baskin Robbins

      We reach our destination, at a large department store. It is a dreaming store, and I am curious to see what they consider dreaming merchandise. I'm excited to see a whole department dedicated to lucid dreaming. This excitement soon turns to disdain, as I see that they only carry burgundy and brown old-man-sweaters. There are rows and rows of shelves with nothing but folded up sweaters. There are racks of these sweaters on hangers. I look at a few of them, and realize they are all the exact same sweater, with minor differences. Each one has a map of the United States printed on it in white puffy paint. One state on the map is filled in pure white, with the rest only outlined. Below the map is the phrase "Lucid in Texas!" or "Lucid in Nebraska" depending on which state is highlighted. I am mad that this is the best they can do for their lucid section. I think, "I hope this shit glows in the dark, at least!"

      I visit the watch and jewelery counter, and see some neat trinkets. Most of the jewelery is new-age type stuff with crystal rings, amber, and zodiac charms. I am fascinated by a few old fashioned brass clockwork devices like sextants, mechanical astrolabes, and watches. I see one that is marked for lucid dreaming. It looks like an intricately carved brass globe, made of several sections that interlock but are still able to rotate and move. Attached to the front of it, is a metronome pendulum. There are prongs coming off the top of the globe. You can somehow use it to time your sleep cycles and alert you when you are entering REM sleep. It has an ancient, one of a kind, feel to it, and I really want to buy it.

      DV Member Tragedy:

      I am hiking along a swampy looking lakeside. It is raining, and the ground is treacherous and slippery. I am trying to catch up to Ninja and Two Shadows ahead. They round a corner, and jump down to the trail below. Suddenly, the whole hillside collapses in a mudslide, and I see them tumble into the lake. The landslide brings down trees and mud, and I know they are trapped under the water. I jump in to try and rescue them. I pull Ninja out right away, but T.S. is trapped somewhere under the debris. We dig out endless amounts of broken tree branches and bamboo, but she is nowhere to be found. I am horrified that she has been underwater so long. Even if we do find her, there is no way she will have survived this long. I call to ninja, in a panic, asking him if he knows CPR
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    13. Task of the Month

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:34 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      For the past month or two, I've been trying to explore sex more in lucid dreams. Something I've never really been into until recently. Just in case you're wondering why all my dreams have been perv city, lately

      I became lucid while having sex with my girlfriend. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to waste the dream either. My lucidity made her start to seem mechanical and unreal. My lucid DCs are normally pretty creepy and unsexy. Instead of stopping, I moved my consciousness into her body to experience it from her point of view. This didn't work out like I had planned. I found myself in her body, but when I looked back at myself, I saw that my old body had also turned into her. Now I was in my girlfriend's body, but still having sex with ... my girlfriend. It was weird, but still pretty enjoyable. We tried a few things, some I liked and some I did not. I ended up having to stop when she started using some sort of pump inflated sex toy on me. It was just too strange in a painful way. I decided to leave, and realized that I was in the parking lot at my office building. I felt embarrassed for a second, having weird hermaphrodite clone sex in a parking lot. I paused to think of something else to do.

      As soon as I remembered the TV task of the month, I spontaneously found myself watching one of those crazy Japanese gladiator obstacle course shows. There was a team of men and women, dressed in skin tight orange/yellow swirled body suits, trying to tackle some challenge on a horizontal bar. The men were hanging from either end of the bar by their hands, and had their feet held out horizontally and locked together at the ankles. Each of the women then had to climb through the square formed by their bodies and the bar. They were having a hard time, laughing hysterically at getting tangled into a huge mess. The announcer was speaking in Japanese, obviously making jokes. There were wacky sound effects and a laugh track playing.

      My girlfriend and I were watching this on an old school wood cabinet television. My girlfriend reached right through the TV screen, and lifted up one of the girl's bikini tops. I realized that the people were actually wearing bikinis and speedos, but had their skin painted in acrylic body paint. I reached in the TV screen also, and started playing with one of the girl's breasts while my girlfriend played with the other. It was as if we had stopped time in the show. Everyone else was frozen like mannequins. The Japanese girl was getting real into it, and she and my girlfriend started making out. I was still fondling her pretty obscenely, and at some point I realized she had three nipples. It was like her left breast had another smaller breast growing off of it. It was hard to tell through the body paint. Weird.

      I got a little weirded out by her mutated triple breast, and suddenly smelled something burning. I turned away from the TV, and found myself in the kitchen of my mother's old house. The TV was on the counter, still showing the scene with my girlfriend and the Japanese girl. There was a tray of food under the broiler that smelled like it was burning. I quickly opened the oven, and slid out a tray of really thick bacon with sliced zucchini and squash. I thought it was stupid to cook this all together, because the bacon was going to be undercooked while the squash would burn. I used my fingers to flip each piece of food over individually. I was surprised that I could feel my fingers burning even though it was a dream.

      I slid the tray back in the oven, and turned around. I was startled by the one of the orange painted contestants from the show now standing in the corner of the kitchen. I started making out with her, but woke up before I got too far.
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    14. This One Almost Made Sense

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:32 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I may have been a prisoner, held underground against my will, but I was determined to make the most of it. There was a lot that could be learned from these people. The Accident forced them underground, away from the rest of society, but their isolation brought them together as a community. No outsider had ever been allowed into their secret world, and I felt honored to be among them, even if it was as their prisoner.

      My first cellmate was a brilliant man. His mutation caused his brain to grow to tremendous size, until it was bursting out of his skull. With it came an intellect that caused him to be dangerous to the community. They locked him up, not knowing what to do with him. Unfortunately, they never had a chance to decide. The sirens started wailing, the earth trembled, and the ceiling of our cell exploded inward. I struggled to free myself from the rubble, and saw the creature attack my cellmate. It looked human until it opened it's horrible mutated mouth. The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was the monster tearing open my cellmate's head, and devoured his huge brain in one bite.

      I came to, and crawled to the bloodied body of my cell mate. Surprisingly, he was still alive. He told me that his brain stem was also huge, so he could survive a while longer without the rest of his brain. He knew my secret. That the accident had mutated me into a Researcher, and he knew the true reason I was here. He gave me one final gift, and described what it was like to have his brain eaten. He said the monster drilled into his head with a spinning tooth, and floated his brain out like a fish in an aquarium suspended from the ceiling. I filed the story away in my DNA, and relaxed into a convulsion fit as I felt it change me.

      I awoke in a room that looked like an indoor jungle. The canopy of hanging vines rustled, and I knew I was not alone. I moved to the door slowly and carefully. I did not want to draw the attention of whatever lived in the mess of vines and moss hanging from the ceiling. I reached for the cell door, knowing I was too late. The first creature leaped out of the canopy to cling to the wall just above the door. It was a green insect the size of a large dog. It had the head of a preying mantis, and the body of a raptor. Its exoskeleton crackled as it creeped along the wall, and I could see it's oozing green skin pulsing beneath the bony frame. It moved with surprising speed, and leaped towards my face. I reacted instinctually. I grabbed it by it's slimy insect head, and squeezed until I felt it's skull give way with a satisfying pop. More of the creatures surrounded me, and I fought them off with ease.

      As I stood amongst the corpses, I knew my secret was out. I relaxed to let the insects' DNA enter mine, and wondered what the underground would do with me. The community would no longer be content holding me prisoner. They must have thought I was a spy from the surface, and put me in this cage to be eaten by the giant insects. Now they knew that I was not a human, but a mutant like them. It had been decades since the accident, and no one had been banished since the Cleansing. The damage had been more extensive than we imagined, and I was a sign that new mutations were starting to appear in the general population.

      When I woke from my change, I was strapped to a gurney, propped upright in a lab. A team of white coated scientists were gathered in one corner of the room. One of them approached, and shined a bright light in my eye. My DNA responded, and my eye twisted into a reptile's and swelled to a monstrous size. The rest of my head followed, as my head stretched and scales sprouted from my skin. As my arms and legs grew, my leather bindings tore open like paper. Immediately, a high pitched siren exploded in my ears. It scrambled my brain. I started shape shifting uncontrollably. I flashed through several animals, before getting stuck as a baboon. I jumped towards the wall to escape, and melted right through the bricks.

      I fell intoa lab filled with computer parts. A bald cyborg in a wheelchair was being pushed by a woman who I knew to be the leader of the underground people. She lifted the old cyborg man out of the chair, and into a new more powerful body. As soon as he took control of his new robot body, he went haywire. The sirens started blaring again. He started throwing lightning from his robot hands. Each bolt of lightning struck a mannequin and brought it to life. In seconds, he had an army of robot mannequins. They were stupid, but under his control. I knew I had to help stop him. I climbed into his discarded wheelchair, and felt myself shift. I could now control one mannequin at a time. I used my new subtle control to sabotage his army. They turned on him, and ripped him to robot pieces.

      The queen of the underground people thanked me. She was impressed by my abilities. She had a partner who was painted green like the Incredible Hulk. She told me that if I could defeat him in one on one combat, I could join her team on a mission to invade the surface world. We began grappling, and I soon realized that the green man was no match for me. He was skinny, with painted on muscles. I pretended like he was stronger than he was, and faked the fight. I wanted to fit in, and didn't want to hurt his feelings. After a good show, I grabbed him with one hand and threw him easily through the brick wall.

      I was introduced to my team, and we left for the surface. We exited through a hatch to the crowds of the sunny surface world. A group of people in green surrounded us, and started organizing into formation. We knew they were about to attack. As they circled, a member of my team rushed one of them. As he ran, I heard his gears grinding, and hydraulics hissing. I could see his mechanical frame moving beneath his false skin. He pulled a huge club from beneath his clothes, and hit one of the green shirted women directly in the chest. She collapsed, and her friends gathered around her to help. I now recognized them as a group of street performers and acrobats. I knew the leader from my old life on the surface.

      The leader of the troop approached me in peace. He knelt down in the sand, and I leaned to see what he was doing. With his finger, he drew the outline of a door in the sand. He then pulled a key from his pocket, and inserted it into the sand. When he turned the key, the door opened like the entrance to a vault. Within the vault, was the explanation to the trick. There was a small air cannon buried in the ground that was set to blast out a puff of air to blow away the sand when the key was near.
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    15. The Dance Party

      by , 06-09-2010 at 11:31 PM (Snacks From the Butler's Pantry)
      I am relaxing with friends at an outdoor bar. We are facing a raised stage that doubles as a counter for the bartender. A band is playing, and people are milling around and dancing. I see a young Asian woman sitting with friends at a nearby table. The way she is looking at me creeps me out. She does not look familiar, but I recognize the look she is shooting me. Where do I know that look from?

      The woman and her friends come and sit at our table. The Asian woman sits down between me and my friend. There is not enough room for her, and she has to sqeeze between us. She doesn't say a word, even when my friend tries to talk to her. He makes a joke about her just wanting free drinks from us guys. I playfully pull out a two dollar bill and put it on the table in front of her as part of the joke. She reaches over to me, and grabs my forearm. I am a little uncomfortable, because she still has not said a word. She is giving off this creepy vibe that feels so familiar. Her hand starts to wander, and soon it is in my lap. She starts grabbing me through my pants, and it is very uncomfortable.

      Suddenly, I realize that she is a dream character. I pull away from her, and stand up, lucid. I look at her eyes, and there is something wrong with them. They look like an animal's eyes, or a mannequin. I feel much more calm now that I realize this is all a dream. I thank the woman for helping me become lucid, and no longer feel creeped out.

      I look around myself, letting the lucidity wash over me. What a great party to be lucid at! A redheaded woman is leading a band, playing upbeat songs. There are tons of good looking girls and guys on the dance floor, and at the outdoor tables. I realize it is very similar to the wedding I was just at last week. I start dancing with some friends, and it feels really good. I am a much better dancer than in real life.

      I get a perverted idea, and climb up on the table. I yell, "Everyone, listen up! Time to get Naked!! Girls on the left, Guys on the right! Chop chop people, its Naked Time!" Everyone starts undressing as the band plays. I only let people back on the dance floor when they have removed some clothing. The whole scene doesn't feel sexual at all. It is more of a fun joke. A story I want to tell people later.

      I grab my girlfriend, and we keep dancing. I tell her that she and I are the only ones who don't have to get naked. People's clothes keep reappearing, and we have to keep walking around reminding them to take them off. There is a big mess somewhere in the middle of the dance floor where I joke with a couple about their body piercings and tattoos, and we compare the work we've had done. It escalates into a sexual situation, but we don't get far before I decide there is more fun to be had.

      I jump up on the stage and yell, "Stop the music!" The record squeals comically, and everyone stops dancing like a bad movie. I turn to the band leader, and whisper to her , "Back to the Future, Baby!" She starts to argue, not knowing what that means. Instead of explaining, I then turn to the crowd, and say into the mic, "Next up, Karaoke."

      My girlfriend climbs up on the stage, and starts to sing, "Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News." I jump back into the crowd, and continue dancing. I work the floor with a few windmills, then pop up on the table to do some head spins. I end up doing a hand stand between two tables, with one hand on either table. I then do a handstand push-up that launches me into the air. As my girlfriend belts it out on the mic, I float around the dance floor hovering in mid air, doing the worm and feeling pretty cool.

      I wake up, back in bed. I head to the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. I look at my teeth, and notice a chip taken out of the front one. I think I must have done it at that great naked karaoke party last night. As I am thinking about the huge dentis bill, I see that all my teeth are transparent, like cheap plastic. I worry for a second, then remember, "Wait, that party was a lucid dream. This must be one too!" I wake up for real, back in bed.

      I keep my eyes closed, and reenter the dream. I imagine the feeling of rubbing my hands together while looking at them. It works for a second, and I hear the music start up again. I then slip back awake. I try again, this time imagining rolling side to side. This works even better. I get a good rhythm going, and roll right off the bed and into a midair barrel roll. I throw my arms out to stop the roll, and find myself flying above a huge 2D map.

      It looks like a map you would see on a GPS display. I fly down lower, and watch the view change to a street view, like a Google Map. I land in a busy city street, where my girlfriend and my friend Jen are talking. They are discussing what movie they want to see. I refuse to see a movie, saying, "Its my dream, and I don't want to waste it with a movie." Jen agrees, saying she has already seen the movie three times. She explains it is a film about Italian immigrints called Mama Mia. She then sings the annoying and catching stereotypically Italian song, "Mama mia, mama mia." She talks about how much she hates that movie, and hates the song even more. I agree that it is an annoying song.

      My girlfriend decides that if we're not going to see the movie, she wants to get some Italian food. I refuse, still wanting to do something fun in my dream. She then pushes me down on the ground, and sits on me. She grows into an enormous fat man with curly hair. She looks like the fat guy from the TV show Lost. I start making fun of her saying, "You still want some food, fatty fatts a lot?" I then start singing the "Mama mia" song again, and reach up to pull her/him close to me. I wrap my arms around her lovingly and whisper in her ear, "Jen is going to hate this..."
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