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Okay, so, the advanced lucid task: Do open-heart surgery on someone. I know I have to do this now, because it's August 31 and this is the last day. But there's no one around; and I've looked at my own heart before, just out of curiousity; so this is what I do again.
I use my hands to open my chest. It's easier this time than before; I don't have to go through the different layers (skin, fat, muscle, ribs) as I did before--I just open it right up. It feels weird but doesn't hurt. Then I reach in and grab my heart, making sure to mentally disconnect the arteries and veins, short lengths of which dangle from the heart. It's slippery and I drop it; so I squat down next to it and start poking around.
I take the heart apart. It's got upper and lower chambers, instead of four as it ought to; and it's filled with a whitish fluid instead of blood. I squeeze this out of the heart, and some of it has clotted. I figure I'll have to remember and watch this in real life, just in case it's a problem. Blood clots are, after all, what cause strokes and heart attacks.
I'm done now, and I don't bother to put the heart back into my chest; I've still got my real-life one, so I don't need this dream-construct; and my chest, without my attention on it, is now closed. I stand up and decide I'll wake myself up right away, so as to remember this dream well.[/b]
And now I am going back to sleep... waking up after five hours doesn't count as a full night's rest in my book!