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I presented an excerpt from this dream three days ago in the Task of The Month for March 2014 thread, which, if you're in the right month, you'll notice has won me my luxurious wings. (Though I don't plan on letting a month go by without completing at least one task-of-the-month from now on, so you should probably be seeing wings above my avatar regardless. ) But now, I've gotten around to posting the story of the entire dream from that night, starting from when I turned lucid.

I was in my bedroom. I've noticed that this is a recurring pattern - a lot of my lucid dreams are either triggered when I'm my dream bedroom or I'm immediately transported to my bedroom in the dream after becoming lucid. I never see my body in the bed; but then, I don't look there much. I also have a higher tendency to become lucid in areas in relative proximity to my bedroom and/or my apartment in general, which I suppose makes sense, with me performing reality checks in places I know in real life and spending most of my time and going to bed in my bedroom in general.

Also, most of the time when I become lucid in my bedroom, that bedroom is dark. Either lights-off-and-curtains-drawn-in-the daytime dark, lights-off-and-curtains-drawn-in-the-evening/twilight dark or lights-on-but-fairly-dim dark. In this dream, it was the former of these cases. I didn't bother to turn the lights on.

Side note: Another thing that I've noticed in my lucid dreams - the proper ones that are clear, fairly long and provide me with some degree of control - is that, without me directly thinking about it, my course of action in the given lucid dream will follow the sort of course of action I was thinking about and wanted to undertake that time before I went to sleep. Before 'Flight of the Oneironaut' (a previous dream journal entry of mine), I wanted to have a lucid dream where I explored different dream scenes and did cool things, in contrast to the lucid dream I'd previously had, where I felt that I hadn't done enough. And this is just what ended up happening. I suppose autosuggestion and dream incubation really are important in terms of thinking about how the dream will go!

Before this dream, I instead wanted to spend a long time in one dream scene, not going anywhere and instead just focusing on the lucid dream, working on making the scene as vivid as possible, entering as high a state of consciousness as possible, experimenting with the senses and just taking it all in. However, I also really wanted to complete a task-of-the-month before March 2014 was over. And that's just the course of action I took in this dream.

I looked around and in front of me, mainly to the left side of my room. I looked at the shelves of books that are present above the drawer in my real bedroom and that are the most detail-filled part of my room, hence my wanting to explore it. Another thing that I've noticed in the lucid dreams wherein I'm in my bedroom is that my bedroom is (probably) never actually structured just like my real bedroom and doesn't have the same things in it; but I never notice this until the dream is over. Looking over the books piled up on a low shelf, where my stacks of school notebooks and textbooks should have been instead (my literary works are on the shelf above), I noticed a series of books with imagery focused on blood and bone that were supposedly very grim, warlike and for mature audiences. I remembered that my father had gotten this series for me when I was quite young and the material was clearly too mature for me to handle at that age and that it was fortunate that I had never read that material.

My father had never actually bought me this particular series of books. This was not a literary series that existed in this world; it was a made-up concept by my subconscious. But, despite me being fairly conscious in this lucid dream, that is not something I realised until after I woke up. The dream provided me with false memories. In fact, the idea of this series was based on the fact that my father did provide me with books that were long and mature for my age when I was younger - just not that particular series. I read Ender's Game when I was eleven years old and a giant tome titled 'The Chronicles of Amber' sits upon my second-to-top shelf, untouched for years. This was probably a combination of the two concepts.

I looked around. I touched my surroundings. I touched the wall/closet and tried as well as I could to see what it felt like. The sensation felt quite real. Actually, I spent a lot of time in this dream touching my surroundings, though I don't write about it as thoroughly here. I was really focused on taking in the dream scene and making it as vivid as possible.

And for most of my time in my dream bedroom here, it looked very clear. The visuals looked as clear as real life when I have my glasses on. A bit later, I noticed that the scene was getting a bit less clear - not really blurry but instead about as clear as real life when I don't have my glasses on. So I did my best to ramp the vividness back up.

Then I thought of experimenting with some other senses. I instinctively turned to the air conditioner and tried to see if this would work. I wanted to change the temperature I felt in the dream. So I shouted at my subconscious, as well as I could, "Make the air cool!" Or something along those lines. I heard the air conditioner start working. At first, I didn't feel anything. I moved toward it and stretched my arms out. In a few seconds, I felt a mild rush of coolness touch my hands from that direction. But it wasn't perfect. So I shouted again. "MAKE THE AIR COOL!"

And surely, this time, the dream fully obeyed. The air suddenly felt cool from all directions. It felt. I felt. Genuinely cold. The sensation of cold. Even though my sleeping body wasn't undergoing any external circumstances causing it to be cold, I felt cold. That's the first time I've experimented with that sense in a lucid dream and it was... Well, what can I say? It was pretty cool.

Another thing I wanted to do before this lucid dream was to talk to/meet my subconscious in the form of a dream character (preferably a mirror image of myself). So I tried to go further with commanding my subconscious and shouted, "I want to talk to my subconscious!" Then I turned around to see if there was anyone there. There wasn't. So I turned back and tried again. "I WANT TO TALK TO MY SUBCONSCIOUS!" I turned around. There was still no-one. Nor had I gotten a reply of any kind. I suppose I wasn't well enough into my lucid dreaming yet. Though maybe if I'd persisted further...

After spending some time in my bedroom, I realised that I should do a Task of The Month. So I should get out of my bedroom and go somewhere where there are dream characters. Actually, I'd remembered my objective to do a Task of The Month before that, not long after I became lucid, but I kept putting it off. Yet, at some moment, I said to myself, 'Hey! You've got to do this soon! You don't want to wake up and not have done your lucid task in time, don't you?' So I changed locations. I actually don't remember what the original location that I saw in front of me then was, nor did I will or notice the transition as it happened. But soon into that, I was climbing a tree. As I was climbing it, I focused on how it felt - whether or not it really felt like a tree - and on how it looked and reminded myself that it was a dream and thought of the fact that doing certain things in a lucid dream can boost your consequent ability and/or self-confidence in waking life; and then I wondered about whether or not I was actually making myself more confident or physically capable or anything in waking life by climbing this tree.

When I finished climbing this tree, I stepped on a solid platform. I was in an elevator. One that was going down, I think. Standing in front of me, in the elevator, I saw a gang of thugs. At first it may have been one or two but then it became three. At least one of them was masked and armed and they were threatening my life. Confident in my dream control abilities, I tried to punch one but found that, as was often the case, it wasn't easy moving my body quickly and powerfully in the dream. So I decided to stop focusing on thrashing them through physical force and just imagine that they would die. I had a psychic power that could and would kill them without me needing to move a finger. As my hand was already in motion towards one, I used my fingers to dent his skull and take him through the head. Then I imagined the other two just getting holes in their heads and dropping to the ground. It worked. Everyone dropped to the ground but, as I had a little nib of doubt that I had been able to defeat them that easily, I looked down to the ground and saw one or two of their bodies, in suspended animation, partially projecting and jerking through the elevator floor. It looked extremely video-game-glitch-ish.

I tried to force them all the way down. Then I decided to ignore them. Remembering that I had a lucid task to complete, I decided to get out of the elevator. I escaped through an opening in the walls. It just sort of wound up existing there and it wasn't physically big enough for me to normally fit through it; but I was able to squeeze through with the power of dream control. As I was doing so, I thought of finding a character on the other side of the opening upon whom I could perform Basic Task ii - St. Patrick's Day: Pinch a DC who isn't wearing green. Report his or her reaction. On the other side, there was a well-lit room and I saw a sort of old-looking woman. She was dressed in pink. Nothing too colourful; just a plainly pink shirt and long skirt. She certainly wasn't wearing anything green, so she was the perfect candidate for this lucid task. I ran up to her, got close, hoping that she wouldn't move away, and pinched her in the arm. In response, she simply looked up at me and coldly said, "I don't feel comfortable with you doing that." 'Boy, who knew my dream characters were so chillingly uptight,' I thought? I may have expected her to run away or be angry or ask why I had done that; but this result felt exceedingly unsettling.

I apologised awkwardly to the woman and somehow ended up having dinner with her family - her, her husband and their teenage daughter. I hadn't tasted any of the food and decided to leave the dream scene, as I was no longer getting anything out of it. (If only I'd remembered Basic Task i - Middle Name Pride Day: Ask a DC what his or her middle name is... and that I could have done it on those same people as well...) I got up and went to walk my way to another scene. However, at that moment, my alarm woke me up.

I heard the sound of the alarm going off a moment before the dream ended and I opened my eyes. With the speed and immediacy at which I normally did so, I jumped out of bed and shut it off. Then I made sure to muster as much dream recall as possible and got ready to take on my day at school.

On her facebook, it said sleep with and it said my name and. Then i remember being on this computer and I heard my family laughing, they called me and then i went to see what was up, they were all laughing at the TV while drawing mustaches on the characters on tv, it was actually pretty funny, I remember it vividly
All my dreams mostly take place during night time, I should do most of my ADA and RCs there.

In my dream, there are these big christmas tree shaped trees, with these large clear balls dangling off branches. The trees are extraordinary tall, 100s of meters high, and just as wide. These clear dangling balls have these little openings in them allowing me to slide in by floating up to these balls, the balls have warm water swishing about inside them and feel very safe.

I float up to one of the balls and enter, but then i get stuck inside and i begin shouting for help.

Then Lionel Blair appears from nowhere, dressed in his ill fitting suit that he wore a lot in the 80′s, together with his perfectly coiffered hair and sharp eye brows, and he begins shouting at me, telling me to be quiet because i am making too much noise and he cannot tapdance with such a din.

I shout for help but Lionel gets angrier and angrier, slapping his feet on the floor and raising his eyebrows even further…

Sadly the dream ends there!



Lionel Blair, dont have nightmares...

*The Yellow One*

Journal Entry Lucid #16 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I went to sleep wanting a LD but without forcing it. I laid in what the Tibetans call "lions position". I didn't fall asleep for a while and I had other dreams and brief awakenings.

Dream fragment 2 from 3:20am-6:00am"":
I was playing on some game in my dream, suppose to be a virtual reality game. I put my hand out and I touched this 2in in diameter. I tried pulling it but it was strong. I kept trying and it was painful. I thought pain is like an illusion and I pulled it out. It felt like a dream I thought.

I realized it was a dream. I see my mother next to me atop a of a building. She mocked me, as usual, and said, "Oh so you are in a dream, well then have fun". She tried to distract me, but I left. I jumped from the building to another. I kind of lost control but not lucidity. I see a women jumping as well. I became her them back to me then her. I no longer had a real body. This guy started fighting with me. I was lucid without control. I didn't like it. I willed myself to control. I felt my body about to awaken. I started rubbing my hands. No use I still feel my body about to awaken. I became desperate. I started touching the red brick wall. I remembered what I wanted to do: telekinesis. I then see graffiti on the wall. It was a women. I started following the image and she was running and new painting was being animated when she kept running. At the edge of the wall she made a right turn. I turned around and I see this cartoony place. I was at my old elementary school, Rosa Parks Elementary. I saw pictures of Rosa Parks and other black people. I see them looking at me. I started to cry because I thought I have forgotten about my childhood, but here it is. A voice says with power, "the test was to see if they could get rid of your childhood". I replied no they cannot. I was so relieved and happy and crying. I saw this text that read something like, "Mothers of the Earth offer...", I agreed with it as well.

I see these guys, children walk to the pictures and one guy throws food at the picture. I thought how disrespectful. I became angry. I stopped on of the food in flight. He said. "dam I missed". One said, "what if he is here". The other one said, "no he is gone". It seemed as though they couldn't see me. That is when I realized I could have been a child that died at the school a long time ago. He kept throwing fruits on wall. I grabbed it. I wanted to throw it back at him, but I decided not to. The fat guy says again, " I missed". I thanked my dream for leading me to such a cherished time and experience. I wanted to do the task I set out for: telekinesis, but I felt satisfied and without wanting, I awoken. I woke up feeling satisfied as if something resolved itself.

When I was a child I had an after school teacher who told me that I would not amount to anything. That I couldn't even graduate middle school. It stuck around and I thought of myself as an idiot in elementary. This dream may have closed some old wounds regarding that, I don't know.

Final exams are already here. I do the designing test and go out to breathe some fresh air. It went just fine, but I forgot to do some things. It's okay. A friend of mine stands still there, just looking at an invisible horizon. He didn't even enter to do the exams. He asks me if I want to take a walk and I say yes, forgetting to do the three remaining exams. We start walking but I can't remember what were we talking about.

We go under a stone bridge and I start hearing a quite beautiful, calming music. I woke up singing it. It makes me feel so good, like there can't be any problems, that everything's just fine the way it is and that happiness is so easy to reach. We continue walking as the music stays in the background, following us. The day couldn't be any better. We end up in a park, which is full of other people just smiling and having a good time. We take a sit and stare at the light blue sky. Another guy appears and takes a sit just next to him. I know him, he's an asshole from my school. I stare at him, looking at his eyes, thinking that I know what he is thinking and that I know how much hatred he contains within him and that I don't give a fuck about his stupid life. I wake up.

I became lucid outside. Tried to think about what I wanted to do, couldn't remember much so I decided to ask this DC to tell me a secret. The DC turned into a large head of lettuce and just stared at me while smiling. I kept shaking the lettuce head, begging it to tell me some grand secret. The lettuce head looked up at the sun and smiled some more, it looked really content. I didn't understand and so I kept begging it to tell me something but it kept doing the same thing until I woke up.

I was watching an old film that a family friend had been in (in the dream). I started talking to his character in the film when I realized that he wasn't that young anymore and I became lucid. I floated off looking for something beautiful and I found this river with lush, green embankments. I plopped down into the river and decided this was as good a place as any to hang out and enjoy being. A feeling of warmth and contentment filled my body as I levitated above the water while slowly floating down the river. There were streams of light shining through cracks in the leaves above. Morning mist rose from the ground and the surrounding plants and grass were illuminated with beauty. It gave a magical feel to the world and I felt like a little kid again when everything looked fresh and new. Up ahead I saw a dark shadow in the water, it was a giant crocodile. I let it bite me to be sure that I couldn't be harmed and smiled. Eventually the river led me to this abandoned home with many windows. I figured it was abandoned because there were vines all over the building and overgrown grass coming through cracks in cement. I floated up, out of the water and through a window. The interior was warm and the sun lit everything up quite nicely. I sat down on a couch and relaxed until I woke up. Wonderful dream.

This girl right here



(Excuse any typos, I typed this down a bit quickly)

I was at some sort of law school for some odd reason. I remember the teachers disliked me I think because I didn't listen to them sometimes. The entire inside of the building was painted gray, had gray carpet, gray furniture, etc. It was a very dull place and made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I was walking down a hall with three or more other students who were dressed in suits. I don't think I was wearing one, just some jeans and a T-shirt like I wear normally. They had stopped to look at some posters at a wall and gave a look of disgust. I don't remember what exactly was on the posters, so I don't really know why they were disgusted by them. We walked into a small office or classroom or something with about four chairs and a desk in front of them. There was nothing on the gray walls and once again all the furniture was gray. A really tall, really buff, bald man had us sit down in the chairs and he didn't look very happy at all. He looked angry and I could tell that made the students next to me uncomfortable. He began speaking in a raised voice about something, however I don't quite remember what he was saying. While the students seemed a bit afraid about what he was saying, I simply sat there calmly. I suddenly knew it was a dream. It took me a little while to actually become lucid, but I eventually got out of the seat and interrupted the man and said "Let me just say something." He stopped and starred at me. I think I put my hands on his shoulders and then said in his face "I'm lucid." and grinned because I was so happy. He looked confused and stammered "W-what?" I told him I'd prove it to him and I started flying up to the ceiling. I flew up several feet, but lost my control and almost fell on my face. Typically flying is incredibly easy for me, but I guess I hadn't put enough concetration into it this time like I usually do. The DC continued to stare at me. I'm pretty sure I convinced him, but just in case I said to him that this was a dream. He said something like "Oh, my God." and then said he guessed I was "off the hook" then and gestured to the door leading out. I walked out and the students starred at me as I left. When I was back in the hallway, I started to feel the dream get blurry and faded and everything felt like it was spinning. I tried to focus on something and touch things around me which helped stabilise it some and keep it from collapsing for a just little bit longer. Eventually I somehow stumbled (I was having a hard time walking and standing because the dream was still spinning some) into a room that looked almost just like my bedroom from my old house in TX. The paint, the bed, lights and posters were pretty much the same. There were stuffed animals on the floor and my rug from my current bedroom was there for some reason. Unfortunately I couldn't stay in the dream any longer and I collapsed onto the rug and started having a bad nose bleed. I starred at the blood on my hand and then I "woke up" in my current bedroom. Except it was a false awakening. Lights were on but I could tell it was dark outside and for some reason my parents were up. I checked my nose for a sign of a nose bleed, but I seemed fine. I was trying to remember the lucid dream and then I woke up in RL.

I'm disappointed that I wasn't able to keep the dream from collapsing and do anything exciting, but I am very glad to have had another lucid dream! Man, feels so damn good to have a lucid dream again. It's been so long since my last one.

Hoping to have more soon!

Now I'm off to watch the new FiM episode~

My most recent dream was weird. It starts off with me walking somewhere IDK where I am going but I know I am in front of my apartment complex.

As I am walking an old lady in a blue bath robe (weird already) who's face was blurred yet I could see her black eyes (those black like possessed person's eyes) appears in front of me. She begins to say something in a high pitched sweet old lady tone. She is asking me something (can't remember at this point, the dream was a while ago). After she asks I begin to feel something I have never felt before in my head. It was a real feeling though I was dreaming. It felt like.... IDK...... It was a sensation and it was a very good, pleasurable sensation in my head. As the feeling intensified my body began to feel weakened. I remember feeling weak in the knees and arms and legs. Like my strength was being sapped right there. Between the feeling in my head and the weakening I couldn't do anything. At this point the old lady says something like, "Do you need help dear?". And I black out. My dream self blacks out and all I see is black for like 1 or 2 seconds. Then I (my dream self) wakes up in my bed. (Side Note: I hate dream settings that are where I am as I am dreaming)

As soon as I (dream self) opens my eyes (and now the aware self ,me, can see again. no more black) I see her face. Again it is blurred and the only real feature I can make out is her black eyes. She begins to talk to me again and again I can't really make it out. IDK why. But just like outside on the sidewalk where I met her, i begin to feel the sensation again and my body gets weak again. I go back to sleep. (me seeing black again since I went back to sleep)

Now I am in the kitchen cleaning and dancing to music as I clean. I am just minding my own business when out of nowhere the lady appears again. As I stare at her and wonder where she came from she begins to speak to me again, and once again I cannot really make it out, yet I feel the sensation and the weakening. In the moment that she appeared I wondered who she was, as I wondered I sort of paused the dream and went back to the point where I woke up in bed. I looked at her face and tried to see it clearly. I wanted to see her face clearly but only her chin came clearly. I think this is bc I have a fear of demons and demonic dark things. I was afraid of being surprised by an ugly demonic face so I guess this is why I only saw her chin. After that I let it resume. She was talking and I began to feel both sensations again. I then wondered why I felt this way so much, then I figured it out; it was her!

After I figured it out I made for my front door with everything I had. I tried my darndest. As I did this I just remember passing her and then opening my front door only to be greeted with 2 guys I know from school who are in Wind Symphony with me. One guy's face I saw very very clearly as if it was real life. He was sitting in one of those fold up chairs that folds and can be sored in the cylindrical bags. He was facing forward but I could see his face bc he was tilting it backwards.

At that point I wonder just for a second if I was still dreaming. I thought about it and just tried to feel it. I felt my body at rest and not able to really move so I figured I was still dreaming. After that, I woke up.

This is the first time in a very long time that I have done 2 things. It's been years since I have controlled freely and never have I seen in something HD in a dream.

1. Control my dream again.
- I controlled it when I treated it like a dvd and kind of re-winded it.
- I also demonstrated it when I attempted to clear her face but only was allowed to see her chin. I say "only was allowed" bc that is how it felt.

2. Clear visuals
- I think this is my first time seeing anything in HD. I saw her chin (though it was supposed to be her face but deep down I'm a scare dee cat so I [sub/unconscious me] only let me see her chin)
- And I saw my friend's face and his beard very clearly


This is good news to me. As I went to rewind the dream and clear her face, I didn't feel this huge huge tug of resistance from deep within me. I felt nothing really until it came time to see her face. At that point I felt some fear and then some resistance right before and as her chin materialized clearly.

So yeh after falling asleep I had a dream I was in Stone Harbor and/or in a movie.

Dream - Stone Harbor in Winter, and Overpriced Pizza
I really hate these Stone Harbor dreams sometimes because Stone Harbor is where we vacation every year and I love love LOVE that place, and generally the dream starts out the day we're leaving. This time was no exception, with the implication being that we'd been there for two weeks, and now it was Sunday and we were leaving (I even checked the day on my computer, whoa that's kinda trippy) and were starting to get packed up. I told Ben that we hadn't even done anything this time, not for the whole two weeks: we hadn't gone to the beach, or into town, and now we were leaving? It would be an entire year before we came back here again! At this point Ben corrected me, saying that HE had gone into town and to the beach, or perhaps implying that I had done those things and just didn't remember. I found this incredibly unfair.

There was another bit focusing more on Jess, where she'd been part of a movie or something. That may have been before the Stone Harbor bit, but it still tied in, with us watching her movie at some point. She was a relatively minor character, I think.

There also may have been some tie-in between the movie and our "real life" in Stone Harbor but I don't quiiiiite recall. Like, maybe some of the characters were wandering around the apartment for a little while, being dramatic. But I'm not sure.

Anyway then Jess and I decided to go into town that night, on rollerblades. On ice. For no reason. Which was pretty fun. I somehow managed to master skating uphill in roller blades over ice while near the water (which I recall being ... somehow very striking). However, the risk of falling in made me a bit uncomfortable, so we decided to move a street over and head back down.

On this street there was a more lively feel, as though it were daylight, perhaps, although it probably wasn't. It was still pretty icy and I had to be careful, but although we were going downhill it didn't FEEL like it was going downhill. Also, where the street would normally be, right at the edge of the sidewalk with no railing, was a deep channel with ice at the bottom, where various ice skaters were happily skating. Close by, a bridge connected the two adjacent sidewalks. Jess was, at first, unconvinced that such a large safety hazard would be allowed to exist like that, but when she neared the edge she realized that not only was the sidewalk around there icy, yes, there were no safety precautions at all.

At this point I got hungry! And I'm pretty sure this is a first in my dreams. It led me to decide to wander into a nearby pizza store that sort of doubled as a fairy tale store place. A strong fairy tale theme, where one would normally expect a beach theme. It was run by a young lady and her macho male assistant, who was a pretty cool guy I suppose. In waking life he probably would've been considered borderline insane.

So yeah I went in there and decided to order a slice of pizza. She said if I had a slice of pizza from another place, I could take advantage of her "two for $6" bargain, or something like that, and get a slice of her pizza for $3. I did not have a slice of pizza from another place but nevertheless I somehow managed to give that impression up until the point at which I was actually ordering, which took like 10 minutes, because of reasons.

I believe I made comfortable small talk for a little bit (which is unusual in dreams, probably because it's unusual IWL, except when I've had caffeine, which I did yesterday, and which I noticed allowed me to be a bit more comfortable in social settings so maybe that's whyyyyyy~), asking her what it was like to run a shop (because I was genuinely curious, which is great because in previous dreams my reactions hadn't been feeling self-motivated and it's great to be back in the swing of things). I tried to ask what she did during the off-seasons when nobody was at Stone Harbor, but what I accidentally said instead was "What do you do on nights and weekends?" and she responded with an uncomfortable silence. I only realized my slip when I woke up, and now I realize it looked like I was going to ask her out or something. And I didn't realize that until I woke up and had a slightly different perspective. THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPH HAS BEEN VERY STRANGE AND INTERESTING TO ME. AHHHH.

Anyway, then while she was getting the pizza ready I had to wait like ten minutes, or I don't know there was something about how I had to be read a fairy tale by her assistant. So he gets a book that's really just a bunch of sheets of paper with illustrations and writing on 'em, and starts to sing/read me this long poem/fairy tale. I can't remember the specifics at all, but it was really interesting because we were sitting on the floor, him singing with an absolutely astonishing amount of emotion in his voice, just absolutely belting it out and somehow managing to be very sad at the same time ... and me moving the pages out of the way as he read them, and laying them on the floor in a pile. I must've been semi-lucid, because while he was singing I noticed that I felt totally comfortable, whereas IWL, when somebody fakes strong displays of emotions near me, I automatically feel awkward and uncomfortable. Same when people are singing, though that's been improving lately. And I think the thought had occurred to me earlier as well, while Jess was acting. So I was certain it was a dream and not waking life, since I was directly comparing the two, but that was the extent of my interest at the time (as opposed to wandering out and trying dream powers). I think dream powers just weren't a focus for the moment. Maybe I was too sad about leaving Stone Harbor, and too immersed in what was happening.

Anyway he sang the whole stinking thing, and I listened, and then one of us helped the other up (I was wearing rollerblades so getting up was a problem) and I went to get my pizza. Or something. I think there was a brief bit where he'd picked me up and I was trying to make sure I didn't rollerblade his feet as he was setting me down.

Anyway then I finally told her that I didn't have an outside slice of pizza and she produced a second piece like it wasn't even a problem, and said something about it being 2 for $6. At this point I took a look at the slices of pizza and realized that she'd cut off about half of each of them with a semi-diagonal cut. All in all, I thought it was an absolutely terrible price, and as I was starting to move my pizza slices towards the cashier to pay for them (for some reason she'd given them to me at a different counter than the one with the register), I tried to remember what the pizza back home was like (I wasn't semi-lucid anymore, so instead of comparing her dream pizza shop to one IWL, I was actually comparing her Stone Harbor pizza shop to one back home), semi-successfully managing to remember that in my (IWL current) home county, a small pizza from Little Caesar's is about $8 (home IWL happening to equal the home in the dream, but not because I was semi-lucid). But Little Caesar's couldn't compare to this pizza. I said about as much, making a sort of awkward hushed comment about how the pizza at home was cheaper, but then stating that this pizza was of a far superior quality, so it worked out (which is a lie, because at my college campus I can get a slice of pizza about as big as her two slices, and just as delicious, for $2 and now I'm really hungry, frick).

I was about to dig through my (IWL) Mega Man 10 bag for a good $9 (apparently the price had jumped thanks to my mental number-juggling), but I woke up soon after, I think. Which sucked because I was really looking forward to that pizza, yo.

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Btw I think I prefer not being in a lucid dreaming competition right now. Like, I just took an hour or so to write out that dream, I think, and were I in the competition right now it would've been worth one point. Goodness.

In other news I'm going to differentiate between what "low-level lucidity" and being "semi-lucid" mean to me. I'll consider myself semi-lucid when I can compare the dream and waking life to some degree, while not viewing the dream as something to be manipulated or changed. I'll consider it low-level lucidity when I'm thinking about how to trick the dream and use dream powers, but am not necessarily aware of the fact that I have a separate life outside the dream. YUP. I hope I made that clear because otherwise it will give me a headache :U

Hello again. Going to try getting back into lucid dreaming AGAIN because I'm sick of having so few, badly remembered, non-lucid dreams. I'm a freshman in college now, but without further ado, here's my last dream.

As with many of my dreams, this was heavily influenced by video games. This one was similar to Blue Dragon, a turn-based rpg, although with much more customizable skillsets and characters. I was there, although I looked a bit like Shu from Blue Dragon, and the other characters were Alisa from Gods Eater Burst, a darker skinned guy who was rather quiet and came from a bad background (I think he used to be a bad guy and we recruited him), and some other girl. I vaguely remember being in an underground city similar to Undercity from World of Warcraft and exploring the sewers and tunnels and things. In the dream, you could learn multiple shadows (this probably won't make much sense if you don't know Blue Dragon) and assign each one different skill and traits. I had one dragon that I set to be a damage dealer with some tanking capabilities who attacked at a medium speed. You could set whether you wanted a character to attack quickly, resulting in 3+ strikes in one turn, medium, resulting in 2-3, or slow, resulting in one powerful strike each turn. You could learn new shadows by finding spheres in certain areas, and at one point, the dark-skinned guy and I found two so we each took one. I got a dragon that looked bulkier and older, and he got a strange looking minotaur. I decided to assign this dragon to be a heavy hitter, so I set it to slow and started speccing it to hit heavily but with no tanking abilities. Unlike Blue Dragon, we were not dependent on our shadows for every attack, and we actually used weapons. Different types of weapons could only be used with certain attack speeds, and at one point I found 3 clubs with great stats so I ended up switching everyone to slow except the fourth girl, who remained fast because she had a dagger. I assume the shadows were reserved for special attacks and magic.

At some point I ran into a "friendly monster" named Gyorco who would trade me random monster parts for rare items. He was tall with long limbs, slightly resembling a troll. We found him several times as we were exploring this large plains area, killing things for experience. Then later, we found another "friendly monster" who looked similar to Gyorco, however, this one was rather timid and seemed as if it had just recently mastered the art of speech. It didn't really seem to understand most of what we said to it, and it spoke in short exclamations like "Kill?" and "Scary!" A menu of my possible speech options popped up on the left in typical video-game fashion, and after trying Talk, Shop, and Approach (none of which had any real results), I tried the option that seemed like a joke: "I AM GYORCO, MASTER MERCHANT!" Surprisingly, it worked, and the monster warmed up to us and ended up trading with us.

Date: 3/28/2014 (Thu)
Total sleep: 6.5 hours
Daytime Techniques: Text Search, RCs, Visualization, Mantras
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras
Fell Asleep: 10:00 pm
Dream 1 Title: Weird South Park Cartoon
Dream 1: I am in a strange house with my wife. She is very upset. We had a contractor cut an area in the floor and install a set of stairs to the basement. To do this they had to cut a large hole in our hardwood floor. He cut it unevenly so there is an area with exposed brickwork that is very old and ugly. I can’t blame her for being upset, it looks horrible. **Jump** (3rd person perspective) I am watching a South Park style cartoon. There are three characters (Brad Pitt, my wife, and another one who I didn’t recognize) and they are dancing around in a cartoon apple orchard. Suddenly Scionox’s (From DV) avatar (a black dragon) comes onto the screen and starts chasing the characters. They act comically scared and run around the orchard. Then they all run off the screen. I wake up.
Dream 2 Title: Breakup in Hawaii (**Lucid**)
Dream 2: I am in a hotel room with several women I used to work with 10 years ago; Judy, Coleen, & Cindy. My long term girlfriend is also there (whom I don’t know in real life). Everyone is sitting on the floor and we are having a pie tasting party. In front of me are several pieces of different types of pie on white paper plates, with white plastic forks. I am handing out the pieces to people. I am hoping there won’t be any pie left when I’m done passing them out because I am trying to not eat sugar (this is a RL habit). When I am done passing them out there is one piece left for me. It is a large piece of apple pie. The crust is golden brown and I am dying to have some, but I resist. Coleen says, “Come on! You need to have at least a bite.” I just shake my head no. My girlfriend brings in a pot of hot cider and we start handing out styrafoam cups filled with cider, with a red plastic coffee stirrer in each. After a short time the women decide to leave and I am very happy because I want to have some intimate time with my girlfriend. I lay down on the bed, which is in a corner of the room. My girlfriend, who is a slim woman with brown shoulder length hair, (I don’t know her name, but I know that we have been dating for years) comes out of the bathroom. She is wearing blue jeans, a brown leather jacket, white t-shirt, and has a large brown leather bad hung over her shoulder (I know it is her overnight bag). She has her car keys in her hand, and I know she is leaving to go sleep with another man. I say to her, “If you leave it is over.” She replies, “Fine.” and walks out the door. I am devastated. I can’t describe how horrible I felt. It was just too real. I actually felt like a happy long term relationship had just ended because she wanted to be with someone else. I get up off the bed, walk to the dresser, and grab my car keys and my hotel key card. I just want to get out of this room. I need to just walk. Go out the door, which leads directly onto a city street. There are tall buildings on both sides of the road, and many cars parked along the street. I am lost in my despair and not paying attention to anything. I turn left and begin walking down the sidewalk, with my eyes down. I can feel the keys in my left hand and the key card in my right. Suddenly I decide to turn around and walk the other way. I look up, and directly in front of me at the end of this seemingly endless perfectly straight street, is a beautiful sunset. For the first time I also notice there are palm trees along the street. I realize that I am in Hawaii. Then something clicks in my mind! I remember being awake, at home, in my own bed, just a little while ago. I can’t actually be in Hawaii if I was just home sleeping. I am lucid without doing a reality check. The despair I was feeling moments before is completely washed away by overwhelming joy and excitement. I remind myself to stay calm. I look down at the keys in my left hand and am amazed at how realistic they look. It is like the level of vividness has increased one thousand fold. I look back to the sunset, and the vividness has amplified dramatically. It is indescribably beautiful. The sun has just slipped below the horizon. There are thin clouds reflecting brilliant hues of orange, mixing with the oranges are shades of purples and pinks. All of this is reflected brilliantly off of the buildings, which are now all made of mirrored glass. I think, “My God I wish I could take a picture of this and bring it back to real life!” I pull my eyes away from this amazing site and turn around to look down the street in the other direction. The building end about 100 yards away, where the street ends at an amazing beach. There are palm trees to the right and left of the last buildings and a long expanse of beautiful white sand ending at a perfect ocean extending to the horizon. I have completely forgotten about my goals. I want to experience swimming in the ocean. I jog down to the beach. I slip my keys and key card into the pocket of my swimsuit (which I am now wearing) as I run. I can feel the warm sand between my toes. I run straight into the water, which is as warm as a nice bath. A large wave is heading right for me as I reach waist deep. It washes over me and feels amazing. I swim deeper under the water and can see with complete clarity and just continue to breath as normal (no fear of drowning in a dream). I see a small school of angelfish . They are vibrant orange with vertical purple stripes. The vividness is amazing. They begin to shift colors from orange with purple stripes to purple with orange stripe and back again. I laugh under the water. I am filled with such joy. I swim to surface. As I come out of the water I find it is late dusk. I am back into waist deep water. I see two beautiful women walking out of the water, both are wearing wet white t-shirts with bikinis underneath. The urge for sex takes over. I walk up to one of them. She is in her 20’s. She is tall (about 5’ 8”), with long wet blonde hair. I take her hand and we walk out of the water onto the beach. Her friend just walks away from us. I take hold of the bottom of the t-shirt , pull it over her head, and toss it onto the sand. Her bikini is a brilliant sapphire blue. She has an amazing voluptuous body and very large breasts. I reach around to untie her bikini top, and with a seductive smile she says playfully, “No, no, no.” I respond, “Yes, yes, yes.” The dream quickly fades away and I awake. I do a RC by looking at my clock…but I am actually awake.
Awake: 4:30 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 7; D2 = 15
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 6; D2 = Lucid
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 3 min; D2 = 6 min
Emotions: General happiness, Utter Devastation, Indescribable Joy
Dream Signs: Cartoons, my wife is a cartoon, someone cutting holes in our floor, people I worked with 10 years ago, a girlfriend who I didn’t know (didn’t even know her name), not text anywhere.
Notes: I didn’t take any supplements last night. I purchased “Creative Visualization” by Shakti Gawain and started reading it last night. I used my typical visualizations, mantras, RCs, and text searches during the day and before I fell asleep. I awoke from Dream 1 and lay in bed trying to recall as much of the dream as I could. When I looked at the clock it was 3:35 am. I worked on recalling the dream for around 10 – 15 min. I then ran my mantras through my mind several times as I fell back to sleep. So, essentially, I did a short WBTB. Also, just prior to becoming lucid I was in a heightened emotional state (despair). I have found in the past that heightened emotional states contribute. Also, I was sleep deprived from the previous night. I awoke from Dream 2 at 4:28 am, and felt so high I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. So that means this is 2 nights in a row of sleep deprivation. However, I don’t feel tired at all because I’m still riding the high from the lucid dream. . I am a bit disappointed that I didn’t remember my goals, but it still was a great LD.
Text Search Experiment: (Day 5) I paid close attention to text all day yesterday. I repeated my mantras as well. I didn’t notice text in either of the 2 dreams recalled from last night.

woke up naturally after this dream and spent some time just lying in bed half-awake before remembering that oh snap I was lucid in this one whaaaat

Lucid #5 Aw Yee
So it started out with me just doing my usual dream thing of picking out various items from a large department store, except this time I tried to leave without paying with everything in my shopping cart, and managed to walk outside (nighttime) before a friendly employee had to lay down the law for me. She said that if I were going to do that, there was a certain price limit I'd need to adhere to, so I had to put back some things and then I could take the rest and pay it back later. I realized that I didn't actually need a bunch of Christmas decorations (mostly it was a lot of that fake green tree stuff you can put everywhere, and a wreath) and decided that those would be the thing to put back.

As I was carrying an armful of fake green tree stuff back through the store, I passed the stuffed animal section, where a kid and his dad were having some sort of strange, stuffed-animal-related argument. I recognized that my dad and I had, in fact, had that same argument before (false memory) and was quite tempted to say as much to the kid on my second pass, now unburdened of weird fake green tree stuff. But I ultimately decided not to. Oh well.

I went back outside, where the employee was waiting with a receipt for the rest of my things. Taking and looking over the receipt, I was quite disappointed to realize that yes, I would still have to eventually pay for all this. Just not at that exact moment.

The next thing I remember is spontaneously becoming lucid simply because it felt like a dream. No reality check, no examining of my surroundings, not even an "aha" moment of "maybe this is actually a dream". My mindset simply swapped right on over to "lucid", so quickly and completely that all I remember is picking out "shooting a concussive blast from my palm" as my dream task of the moment and hopping right to it.

So then I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to shoot a concussive blast from my palm, which was... hard to figure out...? (I'm currently tempted to say "difficult" or "impossible" but that's a bad idea.) The second floor of the department store had a wall of windows which I stood in front of, right arm out, palm forward, left arm gripping and stabilizing my right, and then there was a whole lot of "how do" (meanwhile, a store employee looked on in alarm). I imagined the blast shooting out. I tried to summon the energy from within my arm. I imagined that perhaps my right upper arm might glow, and it may have. I thought about the way I was positioning my arms, and how it felt. (One thing I DIDN'T try was a voice command.) I'm pretty sure I never actually succeeded, though one window did end up broken somehow, and I have a vague-yet-pleasant memory of flying through it to the rooftop of another building in the night. Yay <3 (sorry, store employee)

I also remember trying to stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands together. Like the realization that I was lucid, it felt spontaneous and seemed to come from nowhere. Normally my dream ideas are linked back to the DreamViews forums somehow, like "oh right, I should rub my hands together to stabilize *mental image of the dream views home page*," or something like that. But this time, again, the idea seemed to have no real source of generation. I just tried rubbing my hands together and paying attention to how it felt.

Then I made the mistake of putting my rubbing hands up by my ear to listen to the sound of it, which felt so distinctly real that I started to think I was in bed, starting to move around and wake myself up. At that point I lost my conscious lucidity, though I think my state still qualified as low-level-lucidity. FAIL STABILIZATION. NICE TRY DAWG.

Oh and since it feeling real made me LESS lucid, my guess is that this sort of lucidity was the spontaneous kind that comes from the dream feeling like a dream. Things can be fuzzier in dreams, darker, and the whole dream can have a strong "dreamy" feel that can be picked up on. Which is what happened in this case, and I assume what happens to Tman and Flotsam.

ANYWAY. The last part of the dream was about some physical fight I had with my sister's boyfriend in order to protect my mom. Mom was, I believe, starting to get up there in years (and now had her own little granny apartment), and my sister's boyfriend N had decided to arm himself with sharp implements and barricade himself in the 1319 front office. I'm not sure how that counted as a threat to my mom. I think I saw him as a threat, and since he wasn't a threat to me (it being a dream, still), it translated into him being a threat to my mom, so I couldn't simply leave him alone. I sought him out, armed with sharp implements of my own, though I'm not sure which ones. I know for sure he had a box cutter, I suppose because memories involving pain are easier to remember. (THAT'S CALLED FORESHADOWING)

hhhehehehe so anyway I'm getting sweaty palms remembering this but let's see here.* There was some sort of room divider a short space away from the door, which forced me to go right. He was trying to take advantage of this somehow, I think by blocking my way into the open area of the room, and it became a struggle. This mainly consisted of me trying to stab/slice him, and him trying to stab/slice me (which was of much greater concern to me), and I ended up mostly on the defensive. There were a great deal of "too-close-for-comfort" moments. The only thing preventing the box cutter from box cutting me was my continuous and determined preventive efforts, so it was a largely bloodless struggle at first.

Then my determination finally failed, for a moment. We were locked up, both my implements blocked and me managing to block one of his, but the box cutter was free and I couldn't rally the mental strength to stop it from cutting into my left hand. I was simply mentally exhausted by all my previous efforts and how useless it felt. The pain was quite strong and highly unpleasant and all sorts of other descriptive adjectives, but I think on the whole it was a sort of relief to get it over with after a great deal of worry and anticipation. Which says a lot about my mindset in the dream at that point. Like it was a scripted event. Weird.

Anyway after that I pulled myself together and "defeated" him somehow, though not by severely injuring or killing him. I'm not sure what happened. But next thing we were simply talking, both still armed, and mom was in the room with us, almost as a sort of referee to keep us from fighting again, with her presence. At some point he admitted that his plan, had he been unable to find something sharp, had been to use an ultrafine point red sharpie and scribble madly on my skin, to try to give the impression (in the heat of the moment) that I was bleeding. Not the worst plan ever, I suppose. I said something like "Psychological warfare?" in response to this, and he was like yeah.

There was something else about a Metro train, potentially because those are rad. I don't remember anything else about it, though.

*not that this is a particularly "bad" or traumatizing memory. just quite intense I suppose. I don't know, I wouldn't call it bad.

back to sleeeeep~

Total sleep: 6.5 hours
Daytime Techniques: Reality Checks. All day awareness. Dream Yoga for an hour after work.

Spoiler for My boring non-lucid:

Dream Title: Motorcycle - fragment
Dream: Owned a bike. Drove around town to different places. I was terrible.
Got stopped by a cop, i was sarcastic to him because he witnessed a conversation where I was asked i was driving a bike shitty. Forgot rest.
At one point was chilling at a restaurant. One of the things I was drinking is a coca cola. I got a phone call from S, I think and he told me to come over. I remember having to rush my drink spill it out in the end
Was on my way to S’s to hangout
S was in a position of authority
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 2
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 2
Length: 30 mins
Emotions: Embarrassed, sucking up to Sardi, frustrated due to lack of recall
Dream Signs: Night, motorcycle

Woke at 4 am to write things down. Woke up eyes closed, did reality check nose plug. Success!!!!! Never in my life have I remembered to RC upon waking up. Went to bed disappointed about how little I could remember, but believing that the night is young and i could still lucid.



Dream Title: Playboy Mansion
Dream: I’m at my Mom’s place. It is night out (dream sign) we are talking about something. Somehow I notice that something is weird. I don’t remember if I did a reality check. But I got lucid. Holy shit. Everything around me was so real. It’s like it morphed immediately. I touch the wall, the door. I go outside. It is still night. Shit shit shit what do I do? Lucidity starts to fade. I remember my goals. I recall reading that lucidity increases if I simply take a lucid pill out of my pocket and eat it. I reach in my right pocket and there it is. A magical lucid pill along with bunch of crap like coins or whatever. The lucid pill looked average in size and it had words on it “Lucidity pill” or “lucid pill.” This blew my mind. I took it and all of a sudden the lucidity increased. Everything around me stabilized. Goal of the month of March was to ask a dream character about their middle name. I run inside and ask my mom what is her’s. She goes “D….” (don’t want to mention it here because that is her real last name. Very unimpressive. I don’t waste another second in the house. I run outside like that disney princess who was singing “A whole new world!”

I come to some sort of playground. The stars look so beautiful like from that TV series “Cosmos.”

I think to myself that since this is my first real long vivid lucid everything at this point is bonus, no more requirements. I decide that I want it to be day time (I’ve had enough nights in my non lucid dreams) and I want to go to Playboy mansion. I close my eyes and spin around and when I open here I am. Hugh Hefner is giving an interview by the pool surrounded by girls. Somehow at this point the “rules of the game” were made known to me. The way things worked is that Hugh gives out a golden medal to a girl he likes the most, the girl who he is currently fucking. I don’t know where the understanding of these rules came from and I would be very curious to find out. I play along. (Looking back at this moment I think I should have started by dictating my own rules, but then again may be playing along is what made the dream longer and more stable.... no regrets) I come up to him and take the medal from his neck. It is thick, heavy, and gold, the kind pimps would wear. I start looking around at different girls. I examine them so closely that it would be extremely embarrassing IWL. None of them are particularly attractive, not hideous but very average with different flaws. "I thought this was a dream?”- I think to myself. I forgot if I ended up giving the medal to somebody or what but next thing I remember I went up the stairs and went into a bathroom. Hugh is there cleaning the toilet. I mock him and he sprays me with water. At this point I am becoming aware that I need to do something else and this lucid isn’t infinite. I run downstairs and do something (forgot by now) but eventually I interrupt my dream by moving my foot IWL.

At this point the dream is still somehow in front of me since I didn’t open my eyes, but I can not get back into it.

Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 10-11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) Lucid
Length: 60 mins
Emotions: Happy, Euphoria, Excited
Dream Signs: Night, Mom

Woke up 5:15am. Wrote down my dream until 5:45. Tried going back to sleep but too excited. My recall still sucks and with more practice It should improve. I’m surprise how little I actually remember of a dream that was soooo vivid and 100% accessible to me. By little I mean relatively to what I could.


ANY TIPS OR POINTERS?????

Technique i used in achieving lucidity in this dream is one i came up with but it's very similiar to WBTB-Wake Back To Bed
Set up alarm to wake up at 3:15am,try to sleep at least 4 hours when you wake up at that time stay up for 30 minutes to 1 hour and focus on dreaming and becoming lucid.
You will eventually go to sleep and most likely realize that you are dreaming waking up in the middle of night has the best chances of becoming lucid in a dream.
NON LUCID , LUCID
Okay time for my lucid experience from last night:
-I am at my house but there is no one in there but my dream wife i am about to marry she is actually someone i know in real life.
-I walk around the house and see her and realize that she is about to be my wife, in the meantime we kiss and have romantic sex.
-After the sex i realize i might be dreaming and i do some reality checks everything seems fine i check my fingers i turn on the light it works.
-I do one more reality check and that's when i became lucid in the dream i look at the clock its 5:30pm i look away its 7:49 and i realize im dreaming.
-At this point im fully lucid and in full control of the dream i tell my wife FUCK YES FINALLY FULLY LUCID she wierdly stops like she is a robot that ran out of battery.
-I close my eyes and teleport to a boat full of beautiful women and i have some fun with them,after that i teleport back to my house and go out in the street.
-I'm like let's do something fun tried flying didn't really work out, tried being invisible didn't work and i think well let's do something that is actually possible in real life.
-I walk through the street and see some people i think about getting a crowbar to rob them magically a crowbar appears in my hand and i massacre like 30 people.
-I'm like hmm what next i tried getting a jetpack didn't really work out then i'm like let's teleport back to the boat with the women so i'm back at the yacht.
-While i was on yacht i shoot some women some i forced to have sex with me and some i throwed of board i had so much fun and i started trying to teleport back to home.
-That does not work out very well and i end up in a volcano and i burn to death,at that point i wake up and my dream ends.

NOTES:

-This was one of my most memorable dreams i ever had in my life it was very vivid and dream recall was amazing.
-When i woke up i didn't know if i was dreaming or waking up in another lucid dream scene, that's how much it was vivid.
-This dream seemed like it lasted for ages but it was actually from 3:30am to 7:00am.
-Try this technique i guarantee after you get used to this technique you will have lucid dreams every 2nd night.

YAWN.
had a rather lengthy dream but the story was quite convoluted, not as bad as last night I suppose ... and anyway it feels like I forgot most of it already. too tired for this recall stuff. someone make me nap after class today. aaaaaa.

I'm breakin' this dream into two fragments cause recall so baaaad~

(note: when my alarm went off I totally laid in bed remembering my dream but I think it failed because I was tired, so I was too asleep to really think about why I needed to recall everything. and I sort of drifted in and out of sleep while I was doin' that so that may have made me forget some things. sleep so important, yo)

Fragment 1 - Spiny Shrimp Scientist
Bein' in a tide pool watching a couple different scientists perform experiments at various times. One of 'em was a spiky sea shrimp of some sort. I remember being impressed by his dexterity as he maneuvered around inside the tide pool, moving things around, doin' stuff like plugging a tube into something. Neat.

Fragment 2 - Time Travel Girl Mystery
There was a scientist girl who managed to travel through time into the future using a device she built, except it sort of went wrong. I remember seeing the actual attempt, with her in the machine she'd built in the middle of her lab. First it was just some sparks on her body and she was smiling like okay sure this will work, but then there was just a lot of electricity all over her and her screaming and it was like you know she dead. She wasn't, though. She time-traveled but I think she was sort of scarred by what happened.

Then I was there, in her lab after everything, just super intrigued by what had happened and wanting to know why she'd built it and what she'd been hoping to accomplish. I remember investigating a book shelf and checking out little devices on her desks. Meanwhile, my mom was chattering away in the background, which made it impossible to think, until I sort of got mad at her. And then I felt bad right away :U

Anyway the cool thing about this fragment is that I was genuinely emotionally invested and curious about her story. COOL.