Date 1/30/2019
Time log starting time: 3 Am
The supplements that you took before bed: Never.
Dream total recall: 1
Total Lucid recall: 1
The task of the Year: 1
Advanced Task i - Walk on the ceiling. (vbflame)[success ]
Lucid: I groaned as I woke up, lying in a crater of rubble. I sat up and rubbed my head, the events of a few hours ago a blur in the dream. For some reason, I recall some crazed lunatic rambling on about something while firing off a gun at random. Then I found myself inside a building that was apparently, it was a building that was built over one of the twin towers. I remember being on a basement level or something like an underground tunnel way.
Nearby there was a door that led to a room.
As I regained my senses, I became aware of a piercing noise: a child crying. I recall following the noise to its source. What I found shocked me.
It was a child, as I had suspected, of about 3 years of age. He had dark brown, almost black hair, green eyes, his face looked like my Dream Character, Paul from my last dreams but, he had the body of a toddler. He was wearing overground man clothes. His feet were normal man-size though. The boy looked up as I approached him, his bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.
“Who are you? Where am I? What am I wearing? Where are my mom and dad?” he asked, shooting off questions rapidly.
“Shh, shh,” I said, moving over to comfort him, “it’s okay. We’ll figure this out.”
I recall that I sat down beside him and put an arm over his shaking shoulders. “Let’s start with this, my name is IC. What’s yours?” I asked, smiling.
“Paul.”
My eyes widened. For some reason something made him regress to the age that corresponded with his size. Funnily enough, the thought of a grown man being turned into a child didn’t seem all that outlandish at the time. I didn't know I was dreaming this time.
“That’s a nice name,” I complimented, still smiling. Paul knuckled away the tears in his eyes and sniffed.
“Really?”
“Definitely.”
The poor little Dream Character leaned against me as his sobs subsided, and after a few minutes of my warm embrace, was asleep. Then the scene changed and I was now inside my parents’ house about second later. I walked up to the steps, balancing Baby Paul on my hip.
At first, I didn't know that I was dreaming but, I came to realize that I was dreaming considering that he was a bit of distorted.
Then I walked into the main room. I set the Dream Character’s sleeping form on the couch and moved over to do my task of the month. This was when I decided to do the "Walk on the ceiling." (vbflame) Then I awoke the sleeping man-child to play a game.
For some reason, Paul's age was now, 6 or 7 years old. I recall that I quietly stalked down the hallway, careful not to make a noise. Moving from room to room, I quickly investigated each one. Unknown to me, someone silently followed me...or so he thought.
As the small individual came closer, he failed to notice me slow her pace, ever so slightly. Then, suddenly, I whipped around and grabbed him, holding his form in the air.
“Gotcha!” I exclaimed. The figure, who was actually the eight-year-old Paul, squealed in delight, despite having lost the game we have been playing. In fact, he had lost several times in a row, but he was simply having too much fun to realize.
"Hey, do you want to see a magic trick?" I asked him.
"Yeah!! Yeah!!" He clapped his hands. I was lucid so I walked up to the wall and then I started walking on the ceiling. Paul squealed in delight.
He loved it.
I couldn’t help but, admit to myself that I was having fun too, even though I was technically playing with a grown man- Dream character. To be fair, though, it was rare Paul ever acted mature, even as an adult. I had actually grown to like his joking attitude. It made him fun to be around. Then I was suddenly knocked out of her thoughts by Paul’s voice that did when he was an adult. Then I woke up.
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