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I'm trying putting a full line of space between my paragraphs.

I recall a very odd dream where I was staying with Varrick (from LOK) only he was a real person and not a cartoon. He accidentally unleashed this experimental gas into his house and everyone started running to escape.

Everyone got into the elevator. It was so full and it moved so slow that I decided to take the stairs. I ran down to what I thought was ground level but I couldn't find the exit outside. I was in this huge stucco complex with a glass dome over it. It was supposedly something Varrick had created; a small city for all of his workers and visitors. I continued running and eventually found the exit.

...

At the end of the dream everything became cartoon like again. In fact I think that I had escaped and was watching a cartoon. Varrick was flying in the air and the lower half of his body and legs were robotic; complete with rocket boots allowing flight. He laughed and stated indirectly that he was going to be a villain now.


I was on DV. I was looking at DJ entries I had posted the last couple days and they were all really long. I remember in one of them I had to scroll through three or four screens just to get through the non lucid portion of the dream, then another two or three screens for the lucid portion. It was all written in the way I would normally write a long dream. Dialogue with DCs, Couple of smileys here and there. A picture or two.

There were tons of comments on these bloated DJ entries too. I think the one with the most had 22 separate comments. None of them were replies from me or anything; they were all from different users.

Kinda funny that being on a dry spell this is the exact opposite of what my DJ entries end up looking like. (Though even if I wasn't on a dry spell my dreams have never been that long or complex... I sure wish they were... ) Though I wonder if I can use this little dream for autosuggestion...

In the last 30 days I logged 20 "dreams", 17 "fragments", and 2 LDS.

A measurable, month long goal related to this recall data:

"between 12/2 and 1/2 I will log at least 30 dreams and 5 Lucid dreams"

That allows for a 10% increase in "dream" recall and a 150% increase in the number of lucid dreams. I feel this is achievable as with "auto-pilot" LD practice and almost no effort being put into recall I was still getting an LD about once every 30 days. During this time I will also have more than a week of time during which I will be able to sleep longer than is typical and therefore be more courageous with my WBTB and MILD practice. I will re-read the sections of ETWOLD you mentioned as well.

My brother and I were going on a boat trip with my dad. The boat was kind of small and it looked a little like a a canoe. As my dad was packing supplies on, my brother and I went down to this area right next to a river. Also the river I was looking at was a dream sign. Then my brother Graeme and threw me in the water. He came in and pulled me under water (as a game). As he was pulling me I noticed that I was breathing. I still didn't become lucid from this.

go to sleep 3 AM
wake to WC 5 AM
wake 9:40 AM
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Lucidity : good
Acces to memory : good
Control: little above avrege
Logic of thought: good
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Data from the subconscious:
Lenght of LD 7min 42s , LD part 4min 27s
Time of LD around 8:20h
Memory of the dream 6,7%
Memory of the second dream 42% (4min before awake)
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Before sllep i work on disinhibition of LD by finaly complete some porgrams/proses in my subconscious it work only partily when i woke up in 5AM i foud lots of errors and other mesages about programs and give intention to slove them.

chnance to LD : last 7 day

(whole night average)
0,3%
0,26%
0,7%
4%
0,0012%
0,27%
27% (today)

today:
before sleep 79%
first part 3-5AM 0,03% (errors)
second part 47% (to solve : 27 Err ,342 notice, 1262info )



LD

Interesting parts :

Try to imporve quality of dream scene by Saying intent or pure intent . I gain more visual detail and after i try change color contrast dream become more "live like" in one part a little overdid it and color and contrast were unnatural. I also try change size of my visual field it work but i dount remember details if field actualy become bigger or if i can only better previve by peripheral vision.

I try some fireballs

I try summon one beaing (didind work but i try only one time without too strong intention or special method)

Go trought some old house from garden and try to get to some civilization.

I went down the street to small square and in front of one store i saw some girl and i remember dream task i read before sleep here in forum "Basic Task i - Hit a DC with a snowball and report their reaction - (kilham)" I give it a try , no snow in dream scene so i materialize snow ball directly . Reaction of DC when i hit her with snowball was: What are you doing . From the next part of dream i remember only small pieces. I know that I have tried to materialize another snowballs and try them on other people, also something with telekinesis and teleportation of a snowballs.

Bah - I was confident, but never mind.

Non lucid fragments

A man handed me a book, it had the thrilling title of 'Montrose Doctors - A History since 1973'
I thought one of my employess would like a look. We opened it and it was mainly full of maps of the town on shiny paper. I tried to point out where my shop was and pointed to the wrong place. Some of the locations had the wrong names. Part of Montrose was labelled 'Uganda' if I mind right!

Birding with my son. a group of finches flew overhead, then a Goldfinch sat on a bush a few feet away and I was conecered my son couldn't see it.

The floor of a room was covered in stuffed Woody Woodpecker toys.

bah

02.12.2014

Time Travelling to Lin Beifong's and Peggy Hill's Life (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recall being in an environment that had a royal vibe to it; spacious, and fairly luxurious with big panel windows that would provide a nice view of what could be a gargantuan virtual experiential world my mind is creating. Most of the dream is blurry at some points, mostly occurring through peripheral vision, and I felt this was done to fixate on the premise behind the dream.


The plot itself is contrived, and I’m not even sure if this is the correct objective, but I believe I’m assigned to go into the past to find out about someone’s life in their youth. I’m presuming between Lin Beifong’s past, and for some reason, Peggy Hill’s life as well. I didn’t question the logic behind the dream, mostly because I felt like there were some kind of psychosomatic predispositions at play to constrain any temptation to speculate further.

I’m not sure who was assigning me this task, but I have a feeling it was Suyin Beifong.

I do recall interacting with someone that looks just like her, albeit more calm than her already calm and upbeat disposition in the series, The Legend of Korra. Apparently, the tool that I would be using as a conduit for time travel was apparently a cut-off piece of a Cheetos Puff bag.

But at the same time, I felt weird that a Cheetos Puff bag-ex-machina would be my means of time travel, and I became more skeptical later on in the dream of its potency in general. To describe the experience of whenever I’m time traveling for in this dream, imagine being engulfed by a dark, jaded green surrounding with elaborate and fanciful markings in the background; almost like some kind of trippy, spiritual, and metaphysical vibe that would end up as the intermission while my mind tries to fabricate another virtual experiential reality for me to partake in.

And while I’m time traveling, it’s pretty much spectator mode at this point rather than having a conscious third person view point that I can fluctuate in and out with first person view as well. There’s all sorts of camera panning, zooming in and out, and rotations during this experience. One of the distinct experiences was seeing Peggy Hill sitting down in what seems to be a classroom. It was peculiar to see her in a class sitting listening to someone rather than the other way around. She was also wearing red royal robes with a gold trimming near the region from the top of her breast region, and all the way down to her feet.

It could’ve just been bath robes that seemed to be luxurious as well. I synch myself back to the “present” in the dream to probably relay information to Suyin, and I noticed that Lin Beifong is offering me a bar of dark green soap with varying shades of green that looks like it’s been used already judging by how small and thin it looks.

Apparently, this would be another means to time travel, but at this point, I figured it was just the item itself that was a crutch for not having to deal with how I would have to conceptualize time travelling when I’m doing it subconsciously, I guess.

Or she’s giving me a bar of soap to hint that I should go clean myself in the dream. But I didn’t really feel filthy in particular; I was surprisingly calm and collected throughout the dream, almost as if there was a surge of positivity inside of me that gave a cool and liquid sensation.

I’m on a bit of dry spell right now, so I’ll describe this lucid dream from July 27, 2014. In this dream, seeing my ‘Dream Guide’ actually made me lucid. Btw, this dream figure hasn’t been around much lately. My dream guides now seem to be mostly family and close friends.

After I became lucid, I decided to show my wife how I could levitate a pencil while lucid. I think this was the first time I actually levitated something in my 40 plus years of LD’s. I had recently read about this LD skill, and decided to give it a go. You know, up until recently, I had little knowledge about what was actually possible during a LD (thanks mostly to Dreamviews). Any who, my wife wasn’t very impressed with my new LD skill. My Dream Guide stood there intently watching. I then asked my wife to lie down on the coffee table, and she did. I levitated her 1 foot off the table, and then she wouldn’t go any higher. She still wasn’t impressed, and then I tried even harder. She floated almost to the ceiling! A vertical glass tube, about 2 ½ feet in diameter, and 7 foot tall, appeared to the left of me. How or why, I had no idea. I then instant transported my wife from levitating to standing upright inside the glass tube. Yup, you guessed it; she still wasn’t impressed (even though I was). I was aware of the ‘instant transport’ technique, because I can do that to myself while lucid, but I’ve never tried it, up until this point, to somebody else. I just think, “I’m there!”, and then I instantly transport from point A to point B. Next, I decided to levitate my wife out of the glass tube, but there wasn’t enough clearance between the ceiling and the top of the glass tube, so I asked my Dream Guide to tilt the glass tube over, and he did. I then floated my wife out of the tube and placed her gently, feet down, on the floor. At this point I forgot I was dreaming, and continued on with the adventure in a non-lucid state.

A man's talking to a woman he's recently made immortal. She's very upset, talking about the moment when she'd thought she was about to die, and how she'd thought back on all these things in her life - her family, and the man she'd almost married. I see an image of that man lying in a pool of blood with her kneeling beside him - injured in the line of duty; he's a fed, she was a cop. He survived that. She's saying to the man who made her immortal that she doesn't expect him to be able to understand any of this - it's implied that she thinks of him as too inhuman. He's annoyed. He says to her, if she's so fixated on dying, go right ahead. If a year goes by and she's still feeling so "inconsistent," come tell him, and he'll kill her himself. He's entirely serious, but he believes that this won't be necessary - he believes that trying to make her focus on living will just drive her further into this self-destructive line of thought, but that if she spends time thoroughly thinking about death, she'll stop desiring it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

The soprano from the other night, looking a little younger here, is sitting in a room with another woman, both of them dressed all in white with long white gloves. There's a mirror on the wall behind them. This other woman is standing up and singing, holding sheet music in her left hand - it's light popular music; she sings prettily but not professionally. The door to the hall opens, and a third young woman says, complaining, "Cora, it's almost dawn."

Dream 1

I was walking around with a guy for a while going from one place to another. But it was so long that I forgot the whole first part.We separated though when two dragons were released. I tried hiding in between the roof but still felt they were after me. So I ran out into a field where a old guy pointed a gun at me.

He told me I wouldn't be able to escape the gang without getting shot. But before he could shoot me a guy ran into him and stopped him. We were running when suddenly the scene started changing. There was a lady that was hurt and the guy who saved me was trying to comfort her saying he would defeat the boss.

Dream 2

I appeared in my room on my bed since i slept on my back. I was surprised at how vivid the scene was when suddenly something with black scales and feathers began to appear. It's eye's were bright green, it had black ash coming out of its mouth and I could feel a heavy feeling emanating out of it.

I thought this might be my guide Kiro because i was thinking about him before i entered the dream so I was happy but at the same time I felt unsure of what to think of it.It stared at me than said something I can't remember. But it wasn't really important. After it started changing into the form of a guy mixed with its monster like appearance it jumped on me and things got crazy.

The funny thing is that the dream setting kept getting unstable after a bit and I would appear somewhere else but the thing kept pulling me back into the room we were in. When the scene stopped changing and appeared to be stable the thing wasn't visible so I told it to give me it's hand. It gave me its hand but than I suddenly appeared at a school. I was calling for Kiro again and was looking for him in a crowd.

I than exited the place through a door and wound up on a beach with lots of people who were trying to escape a storm I think. When I went through a door that the people were trying to go to I found the thing there again. But I woke up.

Dream 3

I was at a beach and there was a girl trying to teach me how i should make a anime. As she was telling me I should make a funny anime with a monkey and pirate ship the scene began to play in front of me.

When it stopped I was walking through a street and noticed a lady entering a building. In the dream I wanted to leave my resume there so I went inside. But when I got inside I lost interest and just stared at the place that was changing into a apartment building.

I don't remember how but i somehow ended up in a big mansion and managed to find Kiro. We were playing around the place chasing one another, his friend and 3 anime looking animal characters that could talk. Than i found grapes and shared with them seedless purple and green grapes near the pool.

We than started chasing each other again and I saw a green color coming out of kiro's friend. He told me that I could use the colors coming out of him as a save point to reenter the dream whenever I wanted to.I told him okay and asked if he wanted to go somewhere else.

He said okay but when Kiro and I were going to leave the place one of the animals stopped us.Than a girl came up to us and asked if we wanted to play a game. We said okay and sat near a T.V that showed a box. She told us to guess the word than to click on the box.

I didn't guess though and just clicked on it to see what would happen. She was like "No! Did you even listen to what I said!?" I said sorry because i didn't listen but she said it was okay and that i got the word "shihashibakariha" or something like that. I was going to try again the right way but than woke up.

Coz all none of you asked, I thought I'd post two nights dreams that I missed out (now I have my notes in front of me)

28th Nov

Jumped on a lifeboat , it was full of lassies mainly. There was no sense of urgency though I was happy to be there. I think it then turned into a train or something stupid like that.

29th Nov

Looked at my eyes in the mirror, they were a very fetching purple colour (lucidity where are you???)

Walked down a path with my son towards a beach.

Went birding with one of my pals. We sat at the banks of a loch. An Osprey landed very close to us (3 or four feet) It was immaculate and had a tag around its neck. My pal read something from the tag but I forget.

Looking at a book with my father denoting the differences between American and Eurasian Bison.

In my sitting room. I put a DVD of 'Carry on Matron' on. I mind seeing Terry Scott with the tiniest head possible, and also a profile of Barbara Windsor looking far too attractive.

At my shop. A lassie came in saying she wanted to add something to her CV as she had been working for a wee while. My employee knew the lassie and thought she was awfy funny. I asked if she was the same age and she got annoyed 'NO- She's four years older - FOUR!!!'
I went to open the shop, and my employee was fiddling about with two tiny wee chairs.

There - that was well worth it!!

As I hoped, I had a great dream - as vivid as it gets (for me) and the only thing missing was the lucidity! I woke up a bit sad that it was over, and I missed my chance!

I was on some form of public transport with my employees. A new lassie had just started work apparently. I didn't get her name so we'll call her 'Rose'. She looked to be in her early twenties, maybe 5ft tall, very slim. She was sitting next to me and said ;
'You dinny want tae ken what the others say about ye...'
'Go on then' I said
'Well.... where is Seaton?'
'Near to Dundee' I said.
'Never heard of it'
'Next to the railway'
'Ah well, there'll be plenty of people there anyway'
I've not a clue what that all meant! Anyway, I stood up and looked out a window. We were passing a river and there was loads of Wildfowl. I called rose over and pointed out a Canada Goose amongst other species.
We ended up walking along a beach, there were various people fishing and they were catching strange bright orange beasties. I helped one guy get the hook out of its mouth and let it go.
Bit of a gap, but a lassie I ken from school (who is now a newsreader in real life) appeared (by sliding herself under something) I was happy to see her and said to Rose 'You'll ken her sister shes three years younger than you' I then said some things which I forget now, apart from the fact that they were meant to be witty, but neither of them were impressed.
A gap, and I was alone in a hotel room. I suddenly remembered that I had to meet another lassie on Wednesday for a secret assignation and I really couldn't be bothered. I didn't have her phone number and decided to contact her via facebook sometime. I the looked in the mirror.
Jings - my face was completely blue! - I looked again and my head had swollen to about four times its size. I remember my features however were probabaly even smaller than usual. Rather than being scared (or getting lucid - bah!!!) I was mildly concerned that my new friend Rose wouldn't like me anymore.
I noticed I was wearing a grey beanie , whipped it off my head and I got back to normal.
I then went looking for Rose. I walked into her room and her parents were there, along with an Indian lady and her daughter. They were busy in conversation so I left.
I was followed out by Rose's dad (who was tall, slim, short black hair, dressed in a black suit and was over the top handsome) He smacked me one across the face. I pushed him , he fell over and I decided (as is my wont in my deams apparently) to attempt to eat his face...
Bit of a gap. Rose was there with the two Indian people she said-
'These are my cousins - I know they look like they're from China....'
Which confused me somewhat.
Gap again- nut Rose was sitting there and I told her I tried to eat her dad - she started crying like a baby. Her dad was there, he said I was so useless I wouldn't even be able to make a meal for him. I pointed in his direction and said, VERY dramatically
'Aye, I will!! ....... Liver, onions, chips.........AND PEAS!!!' I shouted, no doubt for effect.
He said there was no point in talking about it as t would never happen
'I ken, its just a load of blethers' said I.
We then talked for a wee while about the rising costs of meat - I kid ye not.
Then I woke up!

2) I was dreaming that I better rewrite my last dream journal entry as I missed out on a lot of the wee details.

3) Walked into my Uncles shop. There was a strange device like a megaphone attached to the wall. My Uncle and his wife were there, they shook there heads. Up the back of the shop was wife. Sje was surrounded by dozens of shoes.

4) I was reading a wee book about kilts with one of my employees. It was called 'Your're going to wear a kilt' It was yellow with a 79p price sticker on the front. There were a bunch of guys nearby and one of them said I looked about 60.

Pleased with my dreams this time. I reckon I'll have a lucid very soon!!

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



Once again, I travel back into “history”, though my Cubitis backyard becomes part of a fictional composite; this time there is an ocean that is mainly south and east instead of the backyard itself, though our house is still there, otherwise looking the same somehow. A high commercial concrete bridge seems to extend east of the carport (with highly ambiguous access plausibility), continuing easterly as far as the eye can see (taking on the implication of my recurring “eternity bridge” regarded in my note below*). I am with my wife Zsuzsanna. Our youngest son Oliver had been playing near the water at one point. It is almost as if we were originally going to go see the ocean (several miles away to the south at first) but instead, the ocean “came to us”.

(*Note: This more commercial bridge has something in common with an equally fictional wooden bridge in the exact same location and orientation from a childhood dream, where it was above a prehistoric swamp, which also seemed to be my backyard at one point though the overall setting was ambiguous as if bilocated.)

I am not sure where our son is at one point, but I do not think he is in any danger. I get the impression that he may be under the bridge on a sandbar. Several items are floating south on the ocean’s surface, each of which our son had been using but had abandoned. There is an inflatable raft, two empty green wheelie bins mostly submerged diagonally, a half-deflated inflatable mattress for a swimming pool, and at least two other items I do not recall. The items are far apart from each other.

Our view seems about thirty feet above the water at this point as I continue to gaze southerly. The floating items seem quite far away to the south as well as far below. I am annoyed at the prospect of having to go out and somehow bring all the items back, especially as they are drifting farther away. My perspective is quite skewed however, as it would be impossible for the view to seem that far away while still supposedly in range of our implied backyard.

In a short time from this point, my dream quite drastically changes the bridge area where I am standing and mostly enjoying the view from - into then being a low section where my wife and I are lying down on a regular mattress floating on the water but our mattress being somehow fixed in position to the rest of the bridge as if it was a part of it. I do not even seem to notice this rather extreme change in height or the silliness of the design. Looking at the water, which is very realistic, I am aware of the approaching shadow of a very large fish about two feet under the surface, which I take to be a shark and which slowly swims easterly, past us. There seem to be a few larger fish, one possibly a tuna, but I mostly see only one at a time. I tell my wife about the shark and move back from the edge in case it comes closer to the surface (but it does not).

I am eventually somewhat concerned for our son, but I seem to realize that he is probably not in the water at this point. Interestingly, I am eventually vaguely aware that I am creating the shark and the other shadowy submerged forms though I am not at all lucid. (This has often happened before, where I had a subtle awareness that I was creating my dream - even the eerie or threatening aspects - yet was not remotely lucid at any point - in a sense that I knew I was manifesting everything but did not actually know I was in a dream state and did not contemplate taking conscious control at any point. It sometimes seems more about “making a movie” or even avant-garde art.)

My wife is to my right, though beyond that side of our mattress is a far less defined environment, which I am not sure is water (the ocean continued northerly) or a half-wall of the old shed (which would occupy the space in reality). I have a vague concern about the shark going in that direction but sense some sort of “barrier”. There is nothing nightmarish about any emotions I hold, even though the perspective is quite vivid. I turn on my side and wake from my dream (in the same position implied in my dream) though I had not moved at all in reality.

I was in college attempting to work out some kind of scheduling mishap or something. There was a weird thing happening where next semesters classes overlapped with this semester and supposedly I had to attend the classes from both semesters for a few weeks until this semester ended.
I met one of my old science teachers from High School, and was very happy to see him. (He was one of them cool teacher who stays in touch with youth and makes class fun.) He was trying to help me get the scheduling worked out.
I think he was teaching a class, but it was being taught in this trailer/manufactured home that had been set up on campus. It was a chemistry class and the trailer/manufactured home had a hazmat feel to it. We had to wear gloves and goggles.
At one point, somebody was yelling and we ran outside. They said to get a good view, and I climbed up on this random wooden platform.
A huge meteor was entering the atmosphere. It looked as though it were arcing and not going to impact anywhere near us, but it actually started pulling up, following a reverse arc, and impacted about where my dorm was. (I was across campus) A second or two later a massive shockwave rolled through knocking down the wooden scaffolding and sending me flying. All the windows went out.
I got up, pushed a 2x4 off of me. No major injuries, my ears were ringing a little though.
"Woahhh!! Dude! That was sick! I've never seen anything like that!" A male DC yelled out. Somebody said that all the classes had to be cancelled because all of the windows were gone. I felt better about not having to do two semesters worth of classes in one semester.
I remember looking up in the sky and seeing several more meteors coming down on us.

I might write a ramble later today.

LUCID. WBTB/MILD/5AM

*I became lucid while standing in the hallway of my work place. I stayed calm as the scene fading into stability. To make the dream more grounded I focused on the colors of all the objects surrounding me. I woke up shortly after.

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be involved in a required job at WWTI (now WWTC) rather than going to any actual classes (but which still seems relevant to my grades). However, the only people that seem familiar are old high school classmates (instead of former WWTI classmates), including Steve W. (Steve W probably represents an aspect of government in my later dreams, due to the fact I did poster art for his campaigns in middle school, though he appeared in dreams prior to that). There is one point where I look in from outside at the south end of the building and it seems to be some sort of auto mechanics class, but I do not go in and no one notices me. The room is rather messy, with various tools and pieces of metal lying about.

The room I am eventually in to work is supposedly the girl’s bathroom but is huge and also is a laundry area, apparently. No one else is around (other then the one mentioned later). There are at least two large sinks on the north wall with one modern washing machine between them. An old-fashioned washing machine (the kind with rollers) seems to be in disuse and is out into the middle area. Four enclosed bathroom stalls (doors starting about two feet up from the floor) line the east wall with the door to the right of them. There is another rectangular area that breaks off more to the north on that side so that the room is somewhat L-shaped.

I am feeling somewhat annoyed and do not know quite what to do or where to start. I accidentally knock aside two large stacks of towels (about three feet high) of various colors and patterns (which seem more suited for a residence than institutional), which partly fall out from the side of a torn plaid storage bag (the cheap kind we have several of in real life). I then have to spend time putting them back in order, which is difficult, as the bag is split and should probably be duct-taped.

From here, I try to get the modern washing machine to work, and of course, this being a dream (though I am not lucid) that is very unlikely. I attempt to plug in the cord to the outlet and fire shoots out several times (though there is something else plugged in next to the empty socket, perhaps a hairdryer). I then think of using the older washing machine but I do not think all the parts are working and it seems I have to remove debris from inside it anyway. There are also old boxes, carpentry tools, rolled up sections of wallpaper, and other miscellaneous junk in that part of the room.

Only one female (unknown), wearing blue jeans, comes in during this time and remains in the other section of the room. I do not see her face and I am not aware of when she leaves (though she is gone later). I remain aggravated about what I should wash and what I should leave as is. It seems most everything is washed and in order anyway so I am still wondering why I was sent here to work for about an hour or two. I notice the frayed wires on both cords and start to get more annoyed at the fire and buzzing shooting out of the outlets when I attempt to start working. This seems to be even more problematic, as I ponder what will happen when a particular machine is full of water.



In real life, I had been both a student (during two different years and courses - carpentry and machine tool) yet also a maintenance man and cleaner at WWTI (rather ironic, I suppose). My mother had an old-fashioned roller-type washing machine which I sometimes used on my own as a child. I had also worked in maintenance at a middle school, installing new showers and such. The storage bags actually do split easily in real life sometimes. Electrical outlets often do spit fire where I live (including all past addresses), which is apparently not a real issue and never triggers the safety switch (which only ever seems to randomly misfire - turning all our power off for no reason - which happened just recently).