Three, maybe four [depending on how you look at the potential 3 of 4] dreams and a long wait time for the last one... I woke up 'on time' 5:43 and couldn't sleep until after 7:30 or so. But, I did have my 4th lucid of this month, and it's the strangest by far.
Styling Traumas-
Colors flew left and right, which one to use? Which one to use? I snatch one I want, someone disagrees. The hunt continues. Sharps razors are thrown about. None harm the cloths, only the mind. And yet, we never once came to an agreement on what to use...
My Punishment for watching other things besides Food Network, the weather channel, and Bravo
Questioning DCs-
I get off of something, I notice a DC similar to an uncle of mine. We walk on a bridge, I notice killer whales in the water. I'm lucid for some reason.
I thought of what to do, nothing that the real life me would care about doing came up, so I chose from whim. "Let's summon Itachi!" So I say his name.
Nothing. I do it again. Nothing. I'm more confused than frustrated, I'm an expert at summons, so why didn't he show up? I try all the various types of summons I know. Nothing.
I get a bit more creative. I'll summon the 'Akatsuki house' he'd have to be there. [It's more of a mansion in from the look of the roof] I call out for it [I only called outloud because it became the habit of the day]. Nothing. I try a few more times. Only a giant sienna colored Oriental tiled roof, huge and definitely noticable, popped up into the air.
I went to the DC guy I saw earlier, not shocked he was still here.
"What do I need to do to see Itachi?"
"Resolve the problem." Is all he said. I noticed the other DCs on the bridge and how none of them were leaving.
I went up to one kid and first asked if he was my Dream guide. He slowly answered no. "Then what in my dream do you represent?" He gave me an answer. Something with a 're' at the beginning... Still not a conflict. I ask all but two people on the bridge. I even ask the first DC guy I saw.
Classmates from my school came, they were the prep-esscence of IB. I asked them the same question. They got together "We're the cheerleaders!" I felt no anger, so I must have mentally resolved my conflicts with them ealier today.
I go over to the plastic white chairs and tables to talk some more. Then I had a whim to increase Clarity. I remembered what Lucid Seeker said about hands. So I stared at mine. They were glowing and all wrong on lengths. They kept moving and growing, shrinking, etc. Some reminded me of embyro hands, some didn't. They were any size between a third smaller to two thirds smaller [some always loner than others] I tried to make me hands normal looking [well I didn't try too hard, I kind of liked all the continuous movement], the closest I got was one bloated right hand. The glowing had faded away and my clarity was nice and sharp.
I was happier. I asked the DC guy about my conflict, he just nodded. I yelled for the Akatsuki house out loud again. I ended up waking up from it, like it was only a dream in that dream. I was on a blue mattress and some toys in a pile had fallen near me, they all had similar traits to DCs and animals [whale] I saw there. I figured it was real life [though it could have been the Akatsuki house] though it wasn't any familiar room. I mentally viewed the hallway next to my room in the home to find them void of people. I went back to sleep and woke up for real. [I RC-ed to be sure]
Oh, I blame Akiko-san's husband for this Itachi whim so badly, but if it were totally his fault, it would have been L from Deathnote... My, how embarrassing to for that to pop up in his restaurant... oh well, he owns more manga than me and obviously is older than me so if it doesn't bug him, I'm not bugged at all [yeah right]. Itachi is personally L-chan's fault, we played too long on that fighting game of hers. And next time I better expect being in a home if I summon one ever again.
Back to Deutschland-
I was at my aunt's place and we were partying. My cousins could speak great English and I had improved on my Deutsch. The anatomy of the home was bizarre and white. A kid called Honey always wanted to be around me and asked favors from me. I was more than happy to help.
I ended up 'dancing' with my mom, though it was more like exercising by the looks of the movements. I wasn't doing so well so I let my mom take charge.
I talked to a Deutsch boy named Jose and ran up the slide to give Honey some cartons with orange juice in them. The slide connected to the room they were in and one carton was a milk carton. Honey thanked me.
I slid down and bumped into someone and said sorry before I ran off. But not before hearing Honey compliment me on my Deutsch. I was going to run up and down the crazy stairs in and on the walls of the kitchen, but I saw Jose and followed him instead. My aunt was there along with a white cat, supposedly hers. It fell into the bathtub near the table we were talking over. It took two people and three tries to get the cat out. It sunk to the bottom and I wanted to help but I wasn't sure how. It ran like mad for three times and when it stopped they tried to pull it up only for it to run like mad back into the water. It must have been one heavy cat to sink that far down.
EDIT
Driving-
I think this might have been the first dream of the night. I was driving through this road full of delicate curves you would have to slow down to make it past fine. I was practicing alone and was using driving advice I got from others. A few times I had to press on the brakes to slow down, but it was nice. The wheel grazing my hand as it slid back into place, my feet tapping away in my dad's sports car [which is what I practice driving in IRL]. I was one happy camper
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