Thread: Task of the month for April 2011

Originally Posted by Krake

I made it! The flowers were all shabby and normal though. But later in the dream I found out the reason why they looked like that.

Got to hurry to get my train now, an in-detail version of the dream is to follow soon

Happiness

So, here's the more detailed version:

A friend of mine and I were walking through the atrium of an old abbey when I saw flowers in the grass and remembered that when I had a lucid the next time, I would have to remember to pick some flowers. Then I started wondering and realized that I actually was in a dream and became lucid. I was so excited that the TotM was what actually made me lucid. So I really wanted to complete the task and started picking flowers right away, without caring about doing anything to stabilize.
The LD didn't last very long (stupid me), but long enough to pick some half-withered daisies and some almost withered dandelions. The daisies smelled like chamomile and the dandelions smelled bitter. I don't know how something can smell bitter at all, but in my dream they did.

It's a shame I didn't stabilize and it's also a shame that I ended up with a bunch of shabby, withered flowers, but at least I made it at all

Originally Posted by bengarmon

when do i get my special thing?

no wings yet, man? haha wtf

i'll get the ghost sometime this week

I completed the basic task on April 5th but I haven't updated my DJ until now.
Here's the entry & the relevant excerpt:

A Really Lame Bouquet of Flowers [TotM] - Dream Journals - Dreamviews Lucid Dreaming Community & Resource

I looked into the neighbour's yard and saw a nice garden, so I went there and started picking flowers.
Most of them were weeds with really small yellow flowers.
There were also some white and purple flowers, small and half-wilted.
I brought it to my nose but it didn't smell like anything.

I've been so distracted this month, I haven't completed the advanced task yet!!

It's a race against this guy...

The countdown begins!

Wow, this is actually a really good idea,
especially the advanced one of imprisoning a ghost.

In our subconscience, we find ghosts to be able to fly through walls,
and other objects. If I were to attempt this,
I would probably try to do some kind of Ghostbusters type thing,
that way my subconscience would make this somewhat logical haha.

I failed but has an interesting time. My first lucid was cut short by my alarm for school. The second time i tried i didnt become lucid but was greeted by a weird old lady that pulled off her head and grew back a new one. And third i did a WILD and succeded but was a BIG chicken because i was in a dream version of my room and despite lucidity was scared to get outa bed and look around for fear of scary images or creatures.

Well i hope myself and everyone luck for May.

A little late for this, I know, but I FINALLY managed to fulfill the basic and advanced tasks for this month after a serious lucid dream drought. The lucid portion of the dream is highlighted in blue, the basic task in green, the advanced task in purple.

Spoiler for Dream:

Dream Log Entry, Date 4.30.2011


In mine latest dream this morning, I found myself in the front yard of one of my previous homes back in my hometown. The sky was pitch black, and there was not a single light source to be seen--yet despite this, every object was visible, save the strip of homes across the street, which were all missing.
At some point, a peculiar flying machine composed almost entirely of caged propellers descended in the street in front of me with the buzzing sound of countless house fans. One of the cages opened and ignited, and suddenly a ball of flame was hurled towards me.
Later on in the dream, I arrived at some sort of soirée. As I presented my ticket to enter, however, the entrance was suddenly closed off by tall man wearing a tuxedo. “It is too late to enter,” he said. “The next showing is not until tomorrow.”
Not taking no for an answer, I thought to myself, “make time go backwards.” Suddenly hoards of people began walking backwards out of the building at an alarming pace; it was almost like watching a video cassette on rewind.
The rewinding stopped once the building’s front was clear of all individuals, save for an elderly woman whom now stood where the tall man previously stood. I showed her my ticket and she kindly ushered me inside. As I entered the building, it immediately occurred to me, “why was I able to control time?” It was in that instant I realized I was dreaming.
I walked through a half-open glass door into a large room blanketed by a bright red carpet. Tables clothed in red stood in meticulous patters that went on and on as far as the eye could see. Seated at the tables were couples, gangs, and families, all of whom were dressed in expensive clothing. Classical music sounded throughout the large room from no apparent source.
Immediately remembering the Dream Views monthly task, I approached the nearest table to see a glass pot bearing yellow blossoms strongly resembling daffodils. I picked them from the pot and proceeded to another table, taking that one’s flowers--an indigo bouquet whose bloated stems twisted and curled like snakes--as well.
I rested the bouquet back onto the table and hovered through the ceiling to find myself in a stubby, narrow hallway made almost entirely of wood. I looked to the left end of the softly lit corridor to see a tiny entrance, above which was a glowing blue sign (I cannot remember what it said). Instead of entering, however, I kept hovering upwards, eventually finding a ragged staircase which lead me up into a dark, musty attic. At the center of the attic was a square-shaped pit bordered by a worn wooded rail. It was over that pit that she appeared; the ghost of a middle-aged woman. She had long, blonde hair, and wore a bright indigo wedding dress, and had a slightly pudgy figure.
Melancholy opera music began to sound in my head as the ghost floated towards me with open arms. I found myself spreading mine own arms to accept her embrace, but as she drifted closer to me simply went through me and vanished like a puff of smoke.
Shortly afterward, another ghost, this one a young, pale, shapely brunette wearing a ruby-red evening gown appeared before me. Never forgetting the task at hand, I conjured a small glass bottle in my left hand, pointed its mouth at the ghost, and tapped it thrice with my right middle finger. Upon doing so, the woman’s ghost was sucked into the bottle with a faint pop. I sealed the bottle and looked to see the woman’s ghost trapped inside, though she showed no signs of struggle or displeasure.
At some point after this, I fell back into non-lucidity and woke up.

That's all folks!