lucid

28/04/18 -
1 #hukif land
I am at a restaurant with my wife and friends, looks to be pretty fancy. My wife has her hair like Gamora from Guardians of the Galaxy. We are all at a table chatting away and the waiter comes to take out orders, everyone says what they want but I have forgotten to look at the menu!! I try to look quickly before they go but cannot find anything vegetarian, so I look around the restaurant and try to speak to a waiter but they are all ignoring me now, and now it looks like a college cafeteria and I see a lancashire hotpot and think I will get that - but see they have bacon strips in it! ahh! I do an RC and realise I am dreaming, so I look at the large wall of the cafeteria and think about trying to locate Hukif, I call out his name several times, searching for him. I listen, and feel for his direction, but instead of flying there - I sort of fade out. It's different, like teleportation , but unless I stay asleep I'm gonna wake up! so I pinch myself, scratch myself, lick my arm and punch my stomach in order to stay in the dream. Gradually everything begins to fade back in, the place I find myself is light , happy.
There is a house in the middle of a large street, it's unassuming, not too large but something of a good size. It has a large area around it and I don't pay attention to what else is in this neighborhood - this is Hukif's house I am sure of it. This place, it reminds me of a children's tv program, or how a memory appears to be nostalgic: it's so innocent and fresh. I walk into the house , which has a nice interior, light colors, and there is a fish tank in front of me, and in front of the fishtank a door that goes down a set of stairs, and down the stairs is Hukif. I know this because I have seen this all before - in a previous dream? I don't know how I know it , but I do. And I go into the fish tank and find a key, and go to open the door but suddenly I hear some booming steps, and Hukif is coming up - I suddenly become a little scared, I know of the powers he has in dreams and I dont want to get on his bad side. He throws open the door and has an angry look on his face. I see him as a big guy (not fat) with short cropped hair (possibly buzz cut) and for some reason is dressed as a sailor or captain of a ship. I back away a little and I say 'Hukif?' and he suddenly smiles, putting on this show - he wasn't really angry and then I say 'HUKIF!' with a big grin on my face and we give each other a hug.
I fade out at this point and dont think I get to tell him the target
2 Skater Hawking
I am watching Einstein and Nikola Tesla discuss something together in a basement, and Stephen Hawkin comes rolling in on his wheelchair, he has a baseball bap on and bright skater style clothes on. They both welcome him in and he is a little shy, they tell him how impressed they are of his work and he lightens up, saying how he didnt think he was in the same league as them
3 #stranger land(edited)
I am watching a Documentary about something and I start to lose interest, I do an RC by pinching my nose, but am not sure if it works or not, so I try to read something instead, and finally I become lucid. So I decide to find #stranger and start calling his name out, I call it again and again and then the same thing happens as did with Hukif, I fade out, teleport and then my surroundings fade back in. I am in a cold dark place, it is snowing heavily, everything is covered in snow, I think I am in a field and a silhouette of a bare tree is all I can see against the dark blue sky, I wake before I get a chance to find him though
4 Superman

I become semi lucid and decide that I am superman, I need to get out of this place, this warehouse that I am in . I fly out of the building to see myself surrounded by more tall walls. A small church lays in the corner so I fly down and head into the church, I see a false library area that I have just thought up in the corner of the church, and then I think up a secret passage so I pull out a book and a false door opens up that I walk through. Can't recall what happened after that
5 Party Karaoke
I am at a party, in a room and with friends, there is a karaoke machine and I put it on and start singing to what I think is a song from Grease 2, with Michelle Pfeiffer doing the main vocals on the old video screen , I try to sing along but have no idea what the words are. I then get talking to someone, become semi lucid again and start talking about dreams. This person is telling me about a dream they always have every night, being stuck inside this dark house - and I realise that this person has depression, that the feeling of being stuck in the same place, dreaming of the same thing is a sign of depression

Morning of May 8, 2018. Tuesday.



I allow the awareness of my physical body to become autosymbolic in the rendering of a silver van. I recognize the essence of water as dream state induction, the gentle beautiful rain splashing lightly on me at times from my left through the open window of the van. The van is driving itself without incident even though I am behind the steering wheel. Zsuzsanna is to my right in this dream (and I am sleeping more down on my stomach, so she is to my right side in reality, though I most often sleep on my left side). The van was meant to move through rain, which is the essence of well-being and healing factors, the brain and heart about 73% water at that. We go through a sparse forest of young trees; the trees on each side pass by in both directions. I do not reflect much upon such impossibility. We phase through a chain-link fence.

I enjoy going down the escalator of Hinkler in the van, with brief puzzlement of what may or may not be a car wash as we go elsewhere. Other people are walking around, shopping. Miniature cars drive above me, on the ceiling, upside-down, their headlights creating a harmonious awareness. The van drives itself through a hall in an unknown building that is just big enough for it to move through. Then in a more augmented vestibular awareness, we fly far above a lake near early evening.

Rain upon me in the dream state is so pleasing. Whatever vehicle my body becomes auto symbolically, car, van, airplane, boat, there is still flight potential.

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26/04/18 - target (me)
Pre-sleep - focused on target to project, but fell to sleep pretty fast as my mind was groggy with toothache!
1 My dad had a new camera, and he was taking crazy zoomed up photographs of everyone, did one of my face and it was all distorted, and then another of my chicken's face, who was looking pretty surprised about it. Then my cat started playing with my rabbit, and my dad got worried because he thought the cat would eat the rabbit, but I said it was cool, and as we looked over they were dancing around with each other
in between sleep, tried focusing on the target
2 I am back on my own street where I grew up, cromer rd, a woman I used to work with is inviting me and my wife to her wedding, but we notice my car has been broken into, I think by one of my family (in this scenario my family, my kids are rough, like I was when I was a kid) and she helps us pick out the broken glass from inside the car. Strange dream - it felt like my present wife and family put in the place of my family when I was growing up
3 I am walking from school with a group of people, we've missed the bus so we have a few miles in the countryside to walk back. After walking some it starts to get really cold, snow is coming down and I realise I forgot my coat back at school (which is now an older building) I tell the group this and they just shrug, so I tell them I need to head back and they just nod to say ok and continue walking forward - so I head back alone. I'm cold, I can't see the school, just miles and miles of fields in front of me. Then I realise I am dreaming and for some reason have the urge to search for HUKIF (even though now I am naked ha ha) so I call out for him - and my voice is just so huge and sharp here 'HUKIF.... HUKIF' I shout, trying to locate the direction he is in, but then I start to fade, my dream is ending already? I try to hold on, and then after a few seconds everything goes black, and and fades in again and I am in this beautiful house, either a entrance or front room - is Hukif here? does he live here? there is some real nice old wooden furniture around, the general color of the this room is pretty light. In front of me are some stairs, that lead up, and I shout 'Hukif! Hukif!' but my voice is softer here, even though everything around me is so crystal clear. But I can't find him, can't feel him around and then I wake

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I really maxed out on pictures today.

The dream started at J's house. He was being a bit of a jerk, so I left and went to my house. I then turned the entire street into meat to get rid of him after entering through the front gate. There was a gathering in the kitchen. The whole time I knew I was dreaming. I was anxious that he would try to come for me, so I was pacing. At one point, I looked in the mirror, and since dream mirrors have strange properties, My face distorted, with my mouth shifting to the left. I also explained to some people why I turned our entire street into meat and my intention for it. I then heard a slam on the front screen door. Me and someone else went to investigate. The guy said, "It's probably J," and looked through the screen door. "No, it's a few dogs." I replied. I opened the door and one tried to bite at my arm. It was this big black dog, but it's lips and jowels were so large that it's teeth couldn't reach my arm, so I helped it by moving my arm further into it's mouth. When it bit me, it didn't hurt; I just woke up.

Morning of January 28, 1994. Friday.



In the continuation of my lifelong focus on establishing a higher understanding and control of the dream state and to vivify settings and experiences, dream control becomes a viable factor. (On the 1 to 5 scale, I am about 80% lucid until the last scene, where I become 100% lucid, and additionally lucidly omnipresent in becoming the dream state itself and my dream is greatly vivified. However, dream control and lucidity are unrelated as, through the virtuous circle effect and lifelong knowledge of autosymbolism, I liminally modulate many of my dreams without my dream self being aware I am dreaming.) It results in a setting that is much like Daisy’s first-floor apartment (yet also has an ambiguous association with the owners’ downstairs living area of the King Street boarding house). (Daisy was an elderly lady that my mother knew. We used to go to her restaurant and have hamburgers when I was young. We also visited her first-floor apartment of which was part of a commercial building near the middle of town. She had a sister who ran a record store where I got all my 45s when growing up.)

Borrowing the concept of the three witches from “Macbeth”, as well as Wendy the Good Little Witch’s mean aunts - especially as an older vivid childhood dream had been influenced by them (and I often like to borrow content from my older dreams to develop a greater clarity of mind), I willingly set the plot in motion. The witches are more like Halloween witches, though more realistic as reasonable people than in movies or television (or comic books). There is a vague association with Daisy and her sister for two of them, but they do not have their identities. The landlady of the King Street boarding house also seems partially borrowed for the persona of the third. Despite the setting being modeled after Daisy’s apartment in Florida, it actually seems to be located in La Crosse, Wisconsin in my dream’s final scene.

There is a white door (of which did not exist in real life in either facet of the composite setting) in the north wall of the living room. This is my challenge. In opening it, I will supposedly face “my greatest fear” (that is, my greatest possible dream-related fear, not a real life association) according to the information given by the three witches. They also say it is to be my greatest challenge. There is an atmosphere of sustained respect and intent. Meanwhile, the witches seem to be sewing and knitting things from spiderweb, including a sweater and larger afghan or shawl. They mostly take turns sitting on a couch that faces east.

Eventually, I go to the door (oriented to the left of their courch, though slightly west of it so that one would have to turn about to their left to see it on the north wall). I am wondering how I will (instinctively) react. I am wondering how the witches will respond to how I react.

When I open the door, my dream vivifies rather than serving as typical doorway waking autosymbolism. I open the door and walk through and suddenly find myself enjoying a sweet breeze and immediate “rush” of clarity and very pleasant and soothing summer sounds, as if I had stepped into a different dream and different level of unconsciousness. I am on the south side of the street in the 900 block of Main Street in La Crosse (a block north of the King Street boarding house even though it seemed I had just been on the first floor of that building, though again, also ambiguously modeled after Daisy’s apartment as part of the composite). The historical Christ Episcopal Church (of La Crosse) is off in the distance to my left. I hold a vague awareness of wondering if I will see my lifelong “dream girl” (precognitive identity of Zsuzsanna long before we met in real life - and she had made contact with me in real life in March of 1994, about two months after this dream). Nothing happens after this and no one else is around other than a few unknown people in the distance. It seems to be morning (even though the prior situation seemed to be taking place in early evening). I stand there enjoying the warmth and clarity and feel a deep sense of peace, which remains with me as I wake.

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In my intentional practices since I was a toddler, to modulate the dream state with allowance for RAS modulation when biologically necessary, it can easily be determined why RAS was passive here as the three witches. I was already on my way to what would otherwise be doorway waking autosymbolism, though there was no aggressive waking alert factor. Over time, this has remained a factor of both lucidity and liminal dream control, yet I was completely open to facing “my greatest fear” and this is how my dream naturally turned out without attempting to modulate the outcome as in many past dreams.

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After I sleep a bit I wake up, write down my dreams, and lay back down on bed just thinking. I was hoping to just get up but I get the feeling I could possibly get into a dream. I think about Gyeongbokgung Palace.

I'm by the entrance. I look around. There are people about. I notice few people wearing a hanbok. Kana is with me, looking around curiously and smiles at me. "Something wrong?" I am unable to find the symbol I imprinted the last time I was there. I ask Kana to come along thinking one of the girls in hanbok might be Jewel. I approach one and ask her if she's Jewel from Dream Views. She replies back to me in Korean. I don't know enough Korean to understand what she was talking about. Kana says it's not Jewel. However, I was not in a subjective reality. I go towards a wall and imprint my symbol. I then ask Kana if we should go exploring. We enter inside through the archway into the courtyard. There were more people there. No one stood out except a guy in a leather jacket. We didn't feel comfortable, so we don't approach him. Couple of kids were running about playing. We wander about and reach a souvenir shop. We just browsed. There were lot of hand fans, masks, and several other items. I hear a knock from waking and dream starts to collapse. I give Kana a quick hug and say I'll see her around.

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.

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Its been a while since I wrote my usual 3000-6000 word entry. I think that was not sustainable in terms of an amount to write. I write them a little simpler now but still keep the voice recorder file which records all the details. But also my voice recordings have only been 30-45 minutes. A month or so ago I was having some nights with 1.5 hours of dream details on my voice recorder... I think this amount is a little easier to manage right now though. I would gladly accept more dream recall but I'm just saying.

Day before yesterday. Had a bad sleep because of flu or something. Woke up many times. Once I thought that it would be nice to get a WILD out of it.

I start focusing on what I see, kinda conjuring some kind of a vision. It's up in the air. I "move" myself into the HH and now I'm inside of a dream, flying. I look back at my mom's house. I see her sitting there in her chair. I don't really want to but I figure I should go and say hi. So I fly back through the wall and say hi to her. I'm wondering if she will see me or wonder how I got there.

I leave again, this time through my old bedroom window. Leads to a balcony. I don't know why I always have to fight my way through the wires we have there to hang the laundry out to dry. Why can't I just fly over them rather than go from underneath. So I get tangled in those yellow and green wires, desperate to get out. I know I can because it's my dream, but I also know how they always slow me down or stop me.

I'm flying up high again, all happy.

I am in some sort of dormitory where I decide to do an RC (not sure why). I realize I am dreaming and look around for a little while, but the dream ends quickly.

Points:
Lucid: 10 points
DILD: 5 points
Reality Check: 5 points
Total: 20 points

This morning I found myself at Gyeongbokgung palace again. When I got to the entrance I realized I was just in street clothes, and I remembered that I was going to try to show up in hanbok from now on so I crossed the street and found the store from my first dream about the palace. Luckily everything was the same and I was able to get the same dress without paying for it.

As I waited in front of the palace I lost my lucidity. Eventually some girl came up to me and asked if I wanted to go shopping. I said yes, and we went into one of the palace's museums and starting looking at and buying souvenirs. Somehow I had a purse that I didn't have in the beginning of the dream, and inside it I had a lot of Korean money. The money was really detailed and accurate looking. I bought some hanja writing pens (basically pens with little paintbrush tips), a cute notebook, a puzzle, and some multicolored chopsticks with Korean written on them. I don't know what the other girl bought.

Date of Dream: SUN 6 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 323 - Separated Sections

Dream 323 A - Power Outage (Lucid Dream 17)
The dream started with me being at my house. For the first scene, I was down in the garage. There was a person that resembled Dreamy WB; in fact it was Dreamy WB but I have forgotten her appearance. She came up to me and asked me to help her find the lifts. She said that she had to leave in order to help a sick person. I wandered down the cellar and things felt strange to me. In real life, it's just a tiny corridor that stops at the end but in the dream, there was this whole new area to the side of it.

I strangely felt aware that I was dreaming but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I turned left into the new dream area and indeed I found the lift complex in a completely different looking environment. There were a lot of people at the lift complex, including my parents. So I saw this strange looking Dreamy WB off into the lift and then stood and hesitated as I felt I had nothing left to do. The scene changed.

I was now in the main part of the house, no distorted features, right in the middle of the night. It was dark inside and so I decided I wanted to turn the lights on. I went up to a light switch and it wasn't working. I thought further, “is this a power outage or am I in a dream?”. I went to the another light switch and it didn't work for me; so indeed I worked out that this was a dream. Also, at midnight in real life, lighting in the dark is usually almost black but in the dream, the quality of lighting was blue, so I could still see my surroundings.

I walked towards the bathroom to do further reality checks at the mirror. I looked in it and grossly enough, I had this rubber-like snot hanging out of my nose... Heaps of it. I gave it a clean but I won't recap the method I used. Then I said things to myself, quietly talking to myself. I actually recited the dream tasks I had set for myself. I said something like, “Hmm, ok. So... Um... I've got to get Murray back, Logan has to be penalised and then Kevin will be receiving a penalty as well. I've got to check Logan's mail but I can't do any of that because she's not here”.

Then the most creepy reality check took place, I lifted my hand up to the mirror to see the arrangement of fingers but this arrangement was bizarre. I had nine fingers on my right hand!! It was arranged so I had two layers of four and then one finger randomly sticking out in the place of the thumb. This finger arrangement felt so real that it actually scared me so much; I gasped, jumped and never wanted to lift my hand up to the mirror again.

I found that I had to clean my nose further and so I had to lift my hand up to the mirror again. This time, it was the usually un-normal six fingers. Whenever I touched something with my sixth finger, it would hurt; like it was actually reality and my mind was telling me that my sixth finger shouldn't be there. No matter how much I thought about the dream tasks I had to do, I just couldn't motivate myself to actually go and do them. Soon enough, that dream had ended.

Dream 323 B - Grandma Has Kittens
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, my second grandparents were at my house. Indeed grandma was at her normal age, in her 70s, but she was pregnant! I was actually thinking to myself, “You're past menopause so how on Earth can you be pregnant?”. She didn't have human babies though, she actually gave birth to two mixed coloured kittens, a boy called Tommy and a girl called Jessie. The dream didn't show her giving birth but the kittens had suddenly appeared and then she went back to looking like normal.

My dad was also there and my grandma was his mum; so Tommy and Jessie were actually my dad and uncle's new siblings! Only my uncle wasn't aware of this because he wasn't in the dream. I spent some time playing with the kittens but I forgot what I did with them specifically. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Get Murray back as a regular DC/DG (Achieved? No)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Have Kevin M receive minor penalties either from Dreamy WB or myself due to general carelessness (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)



Dream 323: Results (Competition #3)

Dream 323 A
Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Dream 323 B
Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 32.0
Calculation Details:
- Help someone in need, non-lucid (1.0)
- Reality Check, Light Switches (5.0)
- Reality Check, Weird Finger Formation In The Mirror (5.0)
- Become Lucid (10.0)
- Was induced via DILD (5.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream, 323 B (1.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 40.0



Although my ambition to achieve tasks was foiled again, I find the events of 323 quite interesting. The backstory is that yesterday, my throat was feeling sore and so I thought I was on the way to getting a cold. In the first scene, Dreamy WB actually came up to me and said that she had to leave the dream world to help a "sick person". In hindsight, she was sacrificing the dream version of me to stop my physical body from getting sick. The reason I think this? This morning, I didn't get worse and rather, my throat hurts less. Additionally in hindsight, I could have gotten to Murray, even without Dreamy WB. The only thing that's a must with Dream WB at the moment is the penalties.

Created Saturday 05 May 2018

Got a DILD to note. There were a whole bunch of other dreams, but a kind of discomfort made recollection difficult.

Several intended and unintended WBTBs before this dream.

Dream 1 - Magical May 2018 Competition

Scene 1 - Inustrial Communal Place Brief Awareness
The visuals were blurred. I was an unknown wide facility, metal plating covering much of its walls. There was someone chasing me, or at least someone I was avoiding. So, while floating around, I kept near the ceilings, occasionally phasing through the ducts up to higher levels. Later, I found my brother, Alvaro in some communal bedroom. Got briefly aware. Immediate transition.

Scene 2 - Bare Diminutive Awareness
The visuals were blurred. I was home, showering upstairs, dim twilight peeking in from the window. Noticed the bathroom looked absurdly spaceous, retriggering lucidity. I made my way downstairs to the lounge, where I shrunk myself, first down to 1 foot in height, then even smaller. I then looked around, expecting to find unknown DCs to mess around with. Things destabilized. Took a moment to rub hands and concentrate. Transition half a minute later.

Scene 3 - May 2018 TOTM Advance Task I
The visuals were clear. I was at the lounge again, only back to full size. I step outside, but not to my neighborhood. Instead, I found myself at the lounge area of a beachside resort. A vast, round wicker canopy covered the place, the surrounding walkways, and most of the nearby shops, and also concealed a clear blue sky above. Seeing passerby's got me worried of my apparel (or lack thereof, given the whole shower thing above). An unnecessary concern, as I found I was already wearing pool shorts, a dark blue tanktop, and running shoes.

I started recalling the TOTMs, settling for the ice cream one. After some searching, I found a flower growing near an unkempt bush behind a trash can, the bloom akin to a deep violet trumpet creeper. Through telekinesis, I plucked the flower, and kept it hovering over my hand. I then tried changing it. Initially, it transformed into formless darkness, before finally settling into a large glass full of white ice cream. I ate a fingerful, but could taste and feel nothing, just a faint blandness. Both the food and environment were deteriorating. A half minute of concentration fixed as much. This time, the ice cream had a slightly yellowish tint. I took a dab, which felt much colder and a bit coarser than normal ice cream (more akin to the low fat/fat free variety, or frozen yogurt). As for the taste, it was plain vanilla flavored, followed by an oatmeal-ish aftertase.

Couldn't think of much else better to do. So I floated around aimlessly. It took more effort than usual to get off the ground, let alone to keep balance, which I could only manage by waving my arms around like an oaf. Furthermore, I couldn't get much higher than a head above a nearby archway.

The dream collapsed soon after. I tried DEILDing back in, but lost lucidity.

Scene 4 - Where'd He Get My ID?
The visuals were a bit blurred. This depicted the life of some young, lanky manager in a print shop. Through some crazy coincidence, his former boss from his old job, a stumpy guy with glasses, was now under his employ. Though a diligent worker, this ex-boss was also quite needy, demanding constant advice and oversight.

I was later given the young manager's role. The stumpy guy started bothering me to trade personal contact info with each other, more than I was sure was needed, down to our driver's liscense ID numbers. This made me very suspicious of my current state. Well, that, and that I found my own ID in this this young guy's wallet. The dream ended before I could do much about that.

Scrap Group 1
Some guy is making douchebag comments. I put him on an Argentine Backbreaker hold, then tossed him aside when he started whimpering.

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