Naikou, rocket boots sound fun! Maybe next time...

Aww, 2fruits, you were so close! I think the Harry Potter thing was cool-- a good way to get the job done, that's for sure! And to keep walking even though it's hot; that's saying something. I couldn't do that.

I had two lucids in quick succession last night... and tried the task in both of them... and still failed miserably.

Here's a bit from the first one:

He starts yelling, so I ignore him and try to find something else to do—why not go for the lucid task again? There’s a big tree nearby, so I grab a box of matches (which conveniently appeared in my pocket), light one, and drop it against the tree, then blow on it because I think it will help. Needless to say it doesn’t work. I try for a few more minutes, then give it up as hopeless and start flying around again.

And the second one:

This dream came right after the previous lucid, but it was really unclear at the start. I spin around and rub my hands at the same time, which worked enough to give me a dream-scene. I start to walk down my street (I appeared in the same place I left off last time), and yell “Increase clarity” (I might add that while I said that I thought of Clairity, ‘cause I had just read that old thread the day before about why people chose their screennames, and her comment about people always calling her into their dreams). Anyway, I chuckle a bit at that, but it actually worked really well—it’s like that commercial for Claritin where the screen goes from grey-ish to bright and colorful—I actually notice the trees change, and they very nearly sparkled!

I knew from my last attempt I wasn’t going to have luck creating it myself, so I decide to ask someone else. There’s a woman walking towards me with this huge plant, so I go over to her and ask if she’ll make a big magical fire all over my front lawn. I explain that the flames need to be high and that it needs to keep going for a couple of minutes. She says something about it being difficult but she’ll give it a shot. I turn around a pace back and forth looking at a field across from my house, then turn back when she says she’s ready.

It’s not nearly as dramatic as I had planned; only a few places of the lawn are actually on fire, but where the flames are is pretty cool. They’re about seven or eight feet high, and in these huge flat sheets in random spots on the grass. I yell thank you to her as I run over to the one nearest the front door. I slow down before I reach it and shove my hand through the flame—but it’s hot! I yelp and pull out my burned hand, looking at the fire and thanking my lucky stars I didn’t run head on, ‘else my face would have been melted off. I try for a few minutes to make the flames cooler, but instead of fixing things the fire just disappears. So much for that.