Thread: Task of the Month for December 2014

#8: 12/16/14 Snowball TOTM/Messing Around the House - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

Spoiler for TOTM:

I am lucid, hovering above the street in McAlester, near our old house on Osage. I am wondering whether I should fly north or south. I think to myself that north is where I usually go and things there will be predictable, so I head off into the mystery of the south. I end up over a large town, maybe the outskirts of a city. It is now night. Back in McAlester it had been daytime and overcast. Suddenly I remember the first basic TOTM, to throw a snowball at a DC and see their reaction. I know there is no snow anywhere, so I decide to change the weather. I will it to happen using the expectation effect and suddenly I feel little cold tingles on my arms and face. I look up and there are little snow flakes falling from the sky! I spin around in glee with my arms spread wide and my tongue sticking out to catch the flakes. I realize getting too excited will end my lucidity, so I calm myself and look back down. There is barely any snow on the ground and I decide I must make it snow harder. I close my eyes and will very hard, pulling my arms together with fists clenched in a powerful gathering gesture. I let my emotions feel stormy and grim. When I open my eyes, the snow is flying down at an angle and I hear the wind howling. I look down at the ground and I am now above a highway out in the middle of nowhere. Only a small portion of it is lit by a streetlamp. There is almost a foot of snow on the ground! It is also quite chilly and the air feels crisp. There are no DCs around. I feel like the town is behind me, down the highway, so I turn around and so it is, about half a mile away. I start flying towards it, but before I get up to speed I notice there are two women strolling together down the highway in my direction. Thanks subC! They're brunette and I feel one is the other's daughter. They're wearing snow gear and their parkas(?) are sort of pale aqua and pale hot pink. I land nearby and start to make a snowball. The ladies graciously stop walking about 10 feet from me and continue to chat happily. The snowball keeps crumbling apart. I try to very quickly throw it before it crumbles, but it just sprays apart in the air. I try again, this time willing the ball to solidify and blowing on it, imagining that my breath creates a thin icy crust which holds it together. It works and I haul off and throw it. It hits the younger woman in her stomach and bursts. Both women stop talking and look at me like, "What the hell, man!" They say it with their faces. I throw my head back and laugh.

There we go!