Journeys through Spacetime

I seemed to be in some sort of theatrical performance, as I was striding across an expansive black stage. Through a gap in the curtain, I could discern T barking orders at some confused children. Suddenly feeling rather agitated, I left through a side door, to find myself in an airy and spacious atrium, augmented by a sweeping crystal staircase. Accordingly, I started to wonder if I was dreaming. I glanced at my hand, to reveal it appearing perfectly normal with five fingers, as usual. Nonetheless, something was not quite right…
Consequently, I located my diary, and glanced at a few words, turned away, and noticed immediately that the words had changed. Elated at this discovery, I soared to the landing, and summoned two dream characters to notify.

Unusually, they were not irate and vexed at my proclamation; instead, they were somewhat congratulatory of my achievement. I decided to test my lucid abilities through some simplistic summoning; I evoked an iPhone (unimaginative, I know), duplicated it, and vaporized them both. Euphoric, I abandoned my companions, and proceeded down the stairs once more, to find another mysterious door. Curious, I entered through it to find a large kitchen area. However, it was not empty; a severe looking woman with her flaxen hair pulled backwards, sipped a mellow green cup of green tea, and proceeded to stare at me. Attempting to strike some conversation, I told her that this was a dream. She retorted her disbelief, as anyone would in waking life. Exasperated by her behaviour, I telekinetically seized her complacent drink, and I proceeded to morph its shape into a small statue, easily comparable to the original possessor of the drink. Her eyes widened with immense astonishment, and she unexpectedly sprinted towards the window. Horrified by her failure to leave the glass intact, and fly away, I darted to an unexpectedly bizarre. She lay on the grass floor, nude, conjoined at her elbow to a handsome man. They merely giggled at my approach. Relieved, I repaired the window, and with utmost care, I separated the bodies. She then chortled, and suggested that us three join in perhaps a ‘different’ way…

Later, after the revelry had concluded, I stood at the front, gazing at the magnificent scenery that presented itself. I meandered through the gently tended garden in a sort of calming meditation. Before long, I had found an ideal lake, with the water serene and calm in the aesthetic sunlight. Nonetheless, I was somewhat exhausted of the calm surroundings, and wished for some movement in the scenery. Consequently, I summoned a few ducks to serenely swim across the mere. Refreshed, I controlled them to come towards me, and return to the house. Nonetheless, as soon as they had returned to me, I noticed an extremely bizarre creature. It was a giant black bird wearing a massive helmet, somewhat cylindrical in appearance. It made a strange, yet yearning call by tilting its head backwards. Fascinated by the dream’s imagination, I beckoned it towards me, as well. Before long, I had seven birds from the estate together seated in a large white room to examine closely. As I commenced my examination, the helmeted creature accordingly, commenced to fly away. Suddenly, several ‘camera-men’, halted its progress, and told me to leave until they had resolved their photography. Although I was slightly irritated at being ordered by dream figures, I left them to their devices for now.

I discovered two cooperative dream figures wandering the streets, so I took them both to a café to discuss some key aspects of dream control. I evoked some bread rolls baked to golden perfection, almost glowing with savour for the three of us, as well as a few powerfully scented cappuccinos (to heighten dream awareness). Unexpectedly, I recalled the TOTM, and so I shaped some brown wisps between my hands to a magnificent chocolate cake. Feeling indulgent, I tasted its impossibly rich and textured contents, soon revealing a delicious berry flushed core. After our extravagance, curious, they asked me how I deal with anxiety in dreams. Feeling exceptionally erudite, I gave them a lecture on the subject, evoking accompanying imagery between my hands in wisps of fabric of the dream state.

In a separate dream, I was supposedly taking a cello exam, in my own home. Several bizarre people were being exceptionally loud and unsympathetic, and worse, I could not find my end-pin stopper. In eventuality, it was canceled. As I drove off, I noticed that my house was lit up like a beacon.

After some terrifying events and encounters with extra staircases, I felt safe enough to start a TOTM.
I settled on a green lawn surrounded by a few content and blissful children.
I had no cooking tools, but that wasn't a problem.
Instead, after summoning some milk, butter, flour and a couple of eggs, I was all set to go.

I made sure that the ingredients never touched the floor; I used telekinesis to mix them together. After having formed a mold I fed large concentration s of energy through my palms. The cake was complete, and I left the children to enjoy some more.

Rather late but...

Relevant Part:

I gazed out the window aimlessly in an endeavour to ignore the massive crowd enveloping me...
Suddenly it clicked. I became lucid. I attempted to fly through the window, but failed, instead bumping my head.
I strived once more after reaffirming my lucid state. I had 10 fingers on one hand!
This time I succeeded and after a brief float through the air, I landed myself on a vibrant green lawn.
After an unsuccessful attempt at remembering TOTY, an elderly man suddenly appeared beside me.
I remember the TOTM and ask "Whose dream is this?"
He thought for a while, and then responded "Yours, mine and his in truth"

See personal DJ.

I have five fingers, but something isn't quite right. I look at my watch and I can make no sense of it! I look out of the dark retreat and see the moon shining brightly. I remember the Task of The Month and try to turn it blue. At first takes on a purple tint, but eventually it turns a stunning iridescent blue. I fly out the window.

I become lucid! I am in a park, except it is cold and wintry. I remember the TOTM, and suddenly the grass is green, and oaks are littered everywhere beautifully... I explore peacefully.

WBTB

I become lucid by seeing I have 7 fingers. I decide I am in a boring environment, so I decide to teleport to 'New York City'. It is rather different than it would be in WL, because there are no cars. I float around, and at some point feel a bit bored. Knowing this would be detrimental, I induce LaBerge euphoria, and feel amazing. I float around again, and teleport to Washington D.C.
I realize I have a group of followers, so I question one (for the totm) "What is a good waking life totm?"
I get as a response "Drink a glass of water, and savour the texture and feel. What is its temperature?"
I then see a tower with a plaque saying "80 steps challenge"
I go up it, but soon I feel the stairs are dodgy, and think it might develop into a nightmare, so I go back down. I see a "Catholic" church, and peek inside. The roof is decorated with geometric shapes, but I quickly go away. I now explore randomly, making nights last seconds, and days last hours...


I become lucid. I am in a cafeteria and explore the food options

I become lucid. I fly into the night sky and find my solar system. I fly through it and find a new body. In fact, it was a star, a red dwarf! I wake up.

I become lucid. I want to bring someone to talk to along the flight, so quickly take my 'sister' with me. We fly down out the window. I think "Wow, so vivid"" I then consider "do I think it is vivid, because my memory of real life is poor, or when I wake up, I remember the dream as not very vivid?" I mull over it, but quickly get back to action. I find a book called 'Secrets" and open it... I find a page about shamanic people devoted to lucid dreaming. They are called "Greenworld Shamans" In fact, they only exist in the dreamworld now. They are an African people, who's favorite environment is a beautiful starry night.

I become lucid again, but quickly wake up.

PHEW!

I become lucid.
I see a pencil, and will it to draw something on a white piece of paper. I notice that the dream is black and white, so I convert it to colour. The pencil now draws on its side and draws an orange apple. Soon it is photorealistic. I fly around aimlessly...

I vaguely remember running away from someone, but my legs are becoming heavier with every step.

WBTB

I become lucid by looking at my hand. It has 6 fingers. I remember the basic TOTM, and I get a massage. It is warm and relaxing.
I then use an electronic device (smartphone) and try to google some advice. I only get latin translations. I wander around, buy myself a hot chocolate, and go with the dream.

Apparently, the queen is moving next door. And her estate.
I check next door, and a huge beautiful estate is there dreamily. I stare in absolute awe. I some how 'zoom in' and I am in the queen's bedroom. The queen mother and father lie there. The king is about to die. He hands the queen a red battered book, and dies. The queen mother looks like the 50 year old queen, but the queen herself looks 90. The queen mother gets out and proclaims, 'I shall never despair! I am the Queen Mother!'

WBTB

I am moving to New Zealand, and my home is being emptied. I reach the airport, and there is a grey alien spaceship. I ask myself, 'What am I doing?" I become lucid after approx 5 reality checks. I remember the other tasks, but the dream is too fragile. I touch the ground to attempt to increase vividness, but to not much effect. I see the spaceship, and remember advanced ii and hop on. The interior is like a passenger planes, but the ceiling is glass and see-through. The seats are a vanilla colour, and the controls look relatively easy. I fly it, encountering a few obstacles, which I MAY type up. I land easily, and I am in New Zealand. Out of sheer exhaustion, I vizualize losing lucidity.

I become lucid. I remember the advanced totm- ask a pencil to draw something. I find a pencil and beg it to draw something. I close my eyes to concentrate. Instead of black, the background is white, and the pencil starts drawing. It draws a sketch of a room. Happily, I decide to teleport to a random location, and I am in a garden with a beautiful copper beech. I decide to do the addictive activity of flying.

I went to sleep and woke up around 5a.m.
My dream recall was blank.
After feeling rather depressed, I started vizualizing what my dream should have been. I go through a plan, and end up in my kitchen, where I seamlessly lucidly step into the dream. I realize from my previous fantasy, that somehow my shirt was off. I attempt to summon some via my pockets, but I get some shorts instead. I stretch them via telekinesis, but give up as I see an easier way. The windows act like mirrors at night, so I look in them, and expect to see my shirt on. It works, and I feel the shirt on me.
I then spin three times, and attempt to arrive in Terraluna.
I instead arrive at a website, called guest.com/seemygalaxy.
Its background is black, and the text is bright pink.
I yell 'Terraluna'!
It instead intreprets it as ' Teraluna'
It says ' 404 not found'
I repeat, and it intreprets it correctly.
The computer says ' If you must, it is a sexuality ridden place.
I arrive at a website, and in pink text, it says 'There are two inscribed stone tablets. Which do you choose, left or right?'
I freak out here, exit and run outside.
I find a car. I remember the TOTM, and think ' well, it did not say which form the car had to be in!'
I inflate it until it is a balloon, and carry it a few metres, and then throw it with ease.
I turn back now and I see a train running a long a train track right in the middle of the wide path.
I wake up.

NOTES:
I feel ultra happy.
I have found a new way of dream control, via mirrors.
However, I am dissapointed about Terraluna.
Perhaps if I had continued with the script I may have reached it.
Who knows?