SammyTheSnake

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!"

This dream was interrupted by a couple of DEILDs, though I suspect that one or more of then may have been a false awakening - difficult to tell with your eyes closed and a degree of lingering REM atonia!

I'm climbing/vaulting over a fence and notice that I'm playing with the physics and re-doing the manoeuvre a couple of times so I GET LUCID!

I look around at the environment and see that I'm in a sunny meadow with trees to the sides and a step wooded hillside ahead. I start exploring the woods, enjoying the vividness of the cool soil-scented air, the gentle background noises of birds and a breeze soughing through the trees, and the detailed undergrowth. The sun is filtering through the treetop canopy in cool dapples lifting the ambient light level to a pleasant clarity.

After a brief exploration of a few paths among the trees, I start heading back downhill, apparently by a different path because I come across some ramshackle buildings in the edges of the forest. I think about how it's a shame that these pretty and romantic buildings are going to waste, but then notice some evidence of restoration in progress, apparently somebody's planning to resuscitate them and make a home here, which pleases me.

I'm vaguely aware that I have lucid tasks to do that involve people, so I start looking for a more populated area, though I don't think much about the specifics of the tasks yet.

As I continue downhill, the buildings become a little denser and the path becomes a residential road. The general feel is very reminiscent of the outskirts of Shrewsbury where I grew up, or perhaps a nearby village. As I notice this similarity, I also notice that there are people around, also strolling in the same direction as me. I recognise a few of them as people I knew in Shrewsbury, though I can't remember their names. I engage one in conversation and tell them about how this place seems to be my subconscious generating a Shrewsbury-esque scene, built out of the kind of scenery typical of Shrewsbury but not layed out the same. As we have this conversation about how it's a dreamsign for me to be in Shrewsbury, especially when it's clearly not *actually* Shrewsbury, the scenery is slowly becoming more reminiscent of the suburbs rather than the outlying areas, and still clearly a random imitation. I hope that this conversation will help my subconscious to recognise dream like scenery more easily in future dreams.

I briefly DEILD (FA?) here so the next scene is a little disconnected from the previous, but I've thought a little more about my lucid dare. I also note that my bladder would like some attention but I decide that lucid dreaming takes priority for now.

I'm in a room that feels like Bluecoat school, surrounded by jubilee people and I look for a female who looks like she might object amusingly to flirtatious behaviour in order that I can be sleazy without my inner horndog bending the scenario into a predictable humpfest!

I see Jo and lean over to *flibble* her breasts. She looks surprised and a little taken aback but not properly outraged. She also doesn't look turned on, though, so one nil to will over subconscious!

I try to remember some more ways to be obnoxious. I wolf whistle and shout out "Hey, Jo! Looking sexy!" making sure everyone around notices and disapproves. She starts walking away so I run around to overtake her, jump onto a table, flip my nob out and wave it in her face. She's definitely not impressed and bites it hard. Apparently my subconscious finds this an unimaginable turn on as I start ejaculating a seemingly endless stream which I decide to direct into a nearby sink. Probably inspired by my recently acknowledged full bladder, this turns into a stream of wee.

Feeling nervous that all this fluid release might not be only in the dream world, I wake up, glad to discover that I'm not humping my pillow or wallowing in a puddle. I decide to visit the little boys' room.