Sorry for the delay, yesterday was super hectic, so I didn't get around to fixing any scores.
Night 6
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
2 NLDs - 2
Being scared crap-less by a late-night nightmare that shook me up for like an hour - 0 (-10 cool points)
Night 6 Total - 14 pts
Spoiler for Night 6 Completely Uninteresting Lucid Part:
I'm in this very small smoothie shop with my brother. It's really small and kinda dirty, I have no idea where he found it. The managers also don't understand English very well, so when I try to order a cookies-and-cream milkshake and a bowl of vanilla pudding, they instead give me a slice of strawberry cake on a paper plate, and a HUGE bowl 3 feet wide of what I can only hope was milk. I struggle to carry my food over to my seat, and when I sit down, the cake slide off my plate and into the bowl. There's a bright flash and a puff of smoke coming from the bowl, as it transforms into this large yellow and purple gelatinous blob that starts growing with a loud hissing sound. Everyone's noticed by this point, and they turn around to stare at the current turn of events. The entire situation is chaotic and confusing, and at one point I'm almost positive I heard the Benny Hill theme playing. I suddenly realize that this is a dream. But as for anything else past that, my mind is in a complete fog. I don't think the dream ended there, but I just kinda remember a transition into the next dream, like I managed to lose my lucidity in literally 1 second.
Though the lucid part is dumb, I might end up typing up this dream since that nightmare freaked me the eff out.
Night 7
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
Partial Transformation - 5
New Personal Task - 15
Super Strength - 5
NLD - 1
Night 7 Total - 38 pts
Spoiler for Night 7 Lucid Part:
I fall asleep after my WBTB and find myself in an office space, lucid. Nobody's around at all, so it's eerily silent. I realize my left arm feels kind of numb, and I remember my dastardly robotic arm task that tormented me last competition. This seems like as good a chance as ever. I stare at my arm and will for it to change (probably not a great method for transformation, but whatever). My arm starts glowing before starting to fade away. As this happens, pieces of metal start appearing around my arm and slamming themselves into place. After a few seconds of this, there's a bright flash, and I look to see my forearm and hand are about the same size and shape as before, but now entirely made of futuristic black metal. Sweet, I could pass as a main character from Star Wars now. I decide to take this baby out for a spin, so I spot a huge metal container to the side of one of the desks in the office. I clench my robotic fist and slam it into the container as hard as I can. I hit so hard that the entire container buckles in on itself, and the whole thing flies backwards, knocking over quite a few more containers and desks. I quickly check to make sure no one was around to see that, before running away.
"Going through life worrying about the little things is like cooking with motor oil instead of cooking oil. Sure, you can still probably pull it off, but it'll leave a bad taste in your mouth in retrospect." - Me, apparently
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