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    #111. Hazel

    by , 07-22-2010 at 01:42 AM (939 Views)
    07/21/10

    I try to figure out this teleporting thing. Hazel helps out.



    The scene drifts into focus. I'm sitting on the cool, freshly trimmed grass outside the Ixburg Inn. My surroundings are hazy, and I feel half-asleep.

    It's one of those late-morning, about to wake up dreams. I dig my fingers into the soft grass and soil. I'm dreaming, I tell myself. I'm lucid.

    I stare at the yellow metal siding of the warehouse beyond the fence, trying to remember my lucid goals. I can't remember the first one, so I go down the list until something pops out at me.

    #2. Find Hazel.

    I feel for my phone in the front left-hand pocket of my jeans. The colours around me start to grey out, and I slowly lower my hand to the ground. I grab fistfuls of grass and breathe deep, watching the sky get brighter and bluer as I calm down. Sunlight beams down from the sky. I'm facing the other direction, toward the back of the motel rooms. There are apple trees beyond the fence.

    I slip my hand into my pocket (left-hand, right-hand, there isn't any difference) and pull out my phone. I think I should try this method one more time before I give up on it.

    Leaning against the red fence, I mash seven random digits into the keypad (one of them is an "8") and hold the phone to my ear. It rings twice.

    "Hello?" says a female voice on the other end.

    "Hazel?" I ask. "Are you asleep?"

    "Obviously." She seems amused.

    I shake my head. I'm still not sure this is really Hazel. "Want to try to meet up?"

    "Can you teleport?"

    I hesitate.

    An impatient noise from her end of the phone, and Hazel is standing in front of me. The chin-length black hair is her dream-avatar's most distinctive feature, and I doubt it's what her hair looks like in real life.

    We're standing on the other side of the fence, drifting slowly westward without my knowing. A DC lurks at the periphery of my awareness, and I think it's a childhood friend.

    We discuss the best way to get back to her dream. I explain an idea I've been putting together, that instead of opening a portal or a door, I just need to imagine the new setting and drift slowly into it. The danger is in how easily this could trigger a false awakening.

    Hazel says she wants to try something. She touches my forehead with two fingers. I fall back onto the tall grass, frozen in place. I can't move, and the scene is fading into black. I'm not worried, though. She starts talking, describing the setting of her dream.

    I pop back into existence between one second and the next. I can still hear the words, but they sound like nonsense. I'm surrounded by orange wooden cabinetry, and I think I'm in a basement. The narration starts to describe the exact kind of cupboard exists across from me, and I snap, "Okay! I get it! I'm here!"

    I'm sitting down on a bunk bed when Hazel appears again. The dream destabilizes.


    I "wake up".

    I'm in the basement of a church, or maybe my late grandma's house (she was a minister). I'm trying to find a bible, because the narrator has apparently been quoting bible verses at me.

    I'm flipping through the book, but I don't remember the order. "Where was Ecclesiastes, again?

    "Near the end," says Grandma.

    I mutter something about having had these memorized at one point.

    The dream ends.

    I'm the commander of a fleet of ships, taking shelter in an empty harbour. A woman with long, blonde curly hair stands beside me, asking about the clouds on the horizon.

    "Those are pure ozone," I tell her. "They're poisonous, but they won't come up onto the coast."

    "I wish we could go out to them," she says wistfully.

    Looking at the swirling mass of dark clouds, I almost agree with her.

    Hazel. Scare Factor: 3.


    Haaaazel, you're being all mysterious and otherworldly. Stop it.

    Also: Facebook, guys? Really?

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    Comments

    1. Serenity's Avatar
      Also: Facebook, guys? Really?
      This makes me all the more happy that I began changing names in my DJ.... >.>
    2. GabrielG's Avatar
      Is hazel someone you share dreams with? cuz that seems cool, i havent had any LD's yet but i really want to make friends with someone completely made up in a dream and see them in a bunch of my lucid dreams and have them as a friend
    3. Mzzkc's Avatar
      This makes me all the more happy that I began changing names in my DJ.... >.>
      Are you guys getting stalked?
    4. Mzzkc's Avatar
      Oh, never-mind. I see what they did now. . .
    5. Samael's Avatar
      Quote Originally Posted by Serenity
      This makes me all the more happy that I began changing names in my DJ.... >.>
      I just keep thinking, Oh hai guys I knew in high school. Please, come read my innermost (and increasingly queer) thoughts. No.

      Quote Originally Posted by GabrielG
      Is hazel someone you share dreams with?
      Hazel's a real person, as far as we know. Good luck with your dream goals; remember that improving your recall is the key to LDs.

      Quote Originally Posted by Mzzkc
      I see what they did now. . .
      Updated 07-22-2010 at 07:46 AM by Samael
    6. Hazel's Avatar
      Well, if that was really me, I don't remember it. I've been having the most terrible recall lately. I don't know why I'd be acting all mysterious, though.

      The chin-length black hair is her dream-avatar's most distinctive feature, and I doubt it's what her hair looks like in real life.
      Nope, but I wish it looked like that. XD I did dye my hair black at one point last year, though. Now it's a brown/auburn color.
    7. Baron Samedi's Avatar
      I didn't know you have a shared dream partner. Awesome. Really cool dreams.
    8. Samael's Avatar
      Quote Originally Posted by Hazel
      Well, if that was really me, I don't remember it. I've been having the most terrible recall lately. I don't know why I'd be acting all mysterious, though.
      Ah, too bad (and I hope your recall gets better). On the bright side, you probably have a direct line into my dreams now. Did you want to try the cell phone thing? By the way, button mashing is the way to go. Don't even bother with 411.

      I'll try to reach you through your dreams, maybe, now that I've finally found a way of teleporting that works for me. Hopefully it won't require you knocking me out again.

      Quote Originally Posted by WakingNomad
      I didn't know you have a shared dream partner. Awesome. Really cool dreams.
      Yeah, I've been trying with a couple different people, but this is the first time I've been able to pull someone into my dreams. Although Serenity crashes the party when I'm not lucid, occasionally.
    9. Serenity's Avatar
      I just keep thinking, Oh hai guys I knew in high school. Please, come read my innermost (and increasingly queer) thoughts. No.
      No kidding! Or co-workers... I have co-workers on my facebook page. They don't need to know they pop up in dreams, too

      Although Serenity crashes the party when I'm not lucid, occasionally.