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    I will put in the box

    the swish of a silk sari on a summer night,
    fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon,
    the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.

    I will put in the box

    a snowman with a rumbling belly
    a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerene,
    a leaping spark from an electric fish.

    I will put into the box

    three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati,
    the last joke of an ancient uncle,
    and the first smile of a baby.

    I will put into the box

    a fifth season and a black sun,
    a cowboy on a broomstick
    and a witch on a white horse.

    My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel,
    with stars on the lid and secrets in the corners.
    Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs.

    I shall surf in my box
    on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic,
    then wash ashore on a yellow beach
    the colour of the sun.

    1. ToTMs! Turkey-Hunting and Backward-Spelling

      by , 11-12-2012 at 08:52 AM (Magic Box)

      Advanced ToTM
      Basic ToTM

      I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and suddenly I wonder how I got there. I become lucid and plug my nose to be sure. I get up, start sprinting, and I phase through everything. I figure out that sooner or later I'll end up outdoors. I stop mid-stride because I see a classmate of mine arguing with her boyfriend. Then ZAP!*

      I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and I have the feeling this has happened before. I realize I just had this dream a moment ago, and that I even became lucid. Once again, I become very aware of the dream. I try to think of the tasks I wanted to do, and I remember the tasks of the month. I can't find any writing materials, so I walk up to one of the food stalls. It has a small fridge with a clear door, and some drinks inside. It must be very chilly in there because the glass was very foggy with small ice crystals on the surface. I point my finger over the glass, thinking about the word NOVEMBER. I start writing it backwards, creating letters by clearing the crystal fog: R-E-M... Wait what. Why did I write REM? Lol. I try again, successfully this time. R-E-B-M-E-V-O-N. Surprisingly, the letters don't change or morph. I double-check my work two more times, until I am satisfied that I spelt it right.*

      I walk away from the stall and think about my next task hunting a turkey. But before I could do anything...ZAP!

      I am in a mall with some friends. I am sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. I immediately become lucid a third time, thinking how weird it is that the dreams seem to be restarted from the same point over and over again. At this point my awareness is quite good, having been lucid just moments ago. I still have my turkey task in mind, so I close my eyes and imagine seeing my preferred weapon beside me when I open them. I reopen my eyes and sure enough, there it is. A 17th century crossbow gun. It looks even cooler in person! It looks brand new, wooden, with little golden details in swirly patterns. I grab it, and at first I fidget with it because I am unsure about how to hold it, plus it was heavier than I expected. I eventually figure it out, and for some reason I forget about the weight. I approach the same food stall I approached for the spelling task. I grab the fridge handle, close my eyes and pull it open. At once, a turkey came out of it, clucking as it trots away. Then another one comes out, and another, and another. Finally, after about 5 turkeys have gone away, I start to run after them with my crossbow. I have my eye on one of the turkeys, which has just turned a corner. I sprint after it, slipping slightly on the floor every few meters or so. I don't even notice all the people in the mall gazing at me.*

      The turkey stops by one of the ATM's in the far corner, a few feet from a dude withdrawing money from the machine. I am about 75 meters from it. I aim my crossbow at the turkey, and I fire away. There is a distinct snapping sound as the arrow shoots into the air. I realize I'm a really bad shot, because I didn't hit the turkey. Oh sh*t I just hit the dude. He limps down to the floor without a sound. Without a second thought, I aim the crossbow at the turkey again, with a new arrow magically in place. I fire, and imagine the arrow hitting the turkey. And it does. The arrow pierces the turkey's throat, and it falls to the floor, dead and bloodied. I run up to the turkey (who cares about the dude? ) and I grab it by the leg. Then some bystander who watched the whole thing yelled "WHAT ABOUT THAT POOR MAN YOU SHOT!?" I turn to the bystander, take a step back, and throw the dead turkey at him. He runs away, and I start walking away too, thinking about the awesomeness of what I just did.

      I walk to one of the food stalls, looking for something to drink. There is nothing particularly on my mind, so this must be why I start to lose lucidity and eventually drift into a short nonlucid about my family before I finally wake up.