Mzzkc's Mind Games

Alright, so I think I'm going to start RCing throughout the day. Especially during class, when I code, when LDing is mentioned, and whenever I think about or see a Nerf Blaster, or anything related with HvZ. 'Cause, yeah. My dreams signs are pretty damn consistent right now, and I'd be a fool not to take advantage of them.

A couple failed WILD attempts because I just couldn't get to sleep, even after I stopped trying to keep conscious. I took a suggestion from Walms and tried to use music as an anchor, but genius put some songs in the playlist that aren't good to fall asleep to. I only had three dreams that I can recall. There were, however, a few instances in which I became lucid for about 3 seconds right after falling asleep because I managed to catch the transition. I woke up right away though, due to a combination of excitement and surprise. I'm such a nublet.

Also, autosuggestion != MILD.

Oh, yeah. Here's the reason why I'm going to start RCing:

05.10.2009

Leaps and Bounds (Non-lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's another rousing HvZ meeting. PTO has tasked CTB with coming up with the parameters of tonight's mission. While he's doing that, the rest of us are to get our things and meet back in this random classroom ASAP! While all of this is being explained, I'm messing with my RF-20. I plan to use this automatic blaster even though automatics are not allowed. I try to load a streamline in the turret, but it's way too long. I try to twist it in, but it won't budge. I take it out to examine how long it is compared with a sonic micro, and they're the same freaking size! "What the fuck? That's wierd." I check the holes on the end of the darts to make sure that's not the problem. It seems the streamline hole is actually bigger than that of the micro. "That's really strange," I say to myself, not bothering to RC since this is obviously waking life.

Paying it no more mind I rush to catch up with a friend who I do not know IRL. I mention that his hair length is pretty average at .37. We have a short discussion in which we decide that his crazy mess of hair was totally normal. Another friend comes up and steals him from the conversation. They hurry ahead, leaving me behind. My strides become much slower and drawn out. So, in order to catch up, I start pseudo teleporting at every step. Before I know it, I'm in that building I was in a few dreams ago when I found out I was failing most of my classes that I didn't even know I had.