Thread: Lucid Task for the Month of March 2008

I was playing with the idea of making an inanimate object come to life before falling asleep, and I had a dream where I wasn't lucid, but the advanced task was completed. This probably doesn't count, but I just found it funny so I'll post it here.

Quote from my Dream Journal:

Me and a friend were in this game show and if we won, we would have won 7 or 8 little children to raise. I must have won because they appeared in my very large house. A little boy was making a huge mess in my GIGANTIC kitchen, spilling everything and turning the stove and oven on. I ran after him, turning everything off, and found a male DC who was supposed to help me with the kids. He was obviously struggling with the job. The little boy ran into the living room and the couch became a moving object and started talking to him .When I came in after the boy, the couch was cross with me and told me to be nicer to the kids, and teach them not to do these things. At some point, I woke up; probably after I realized that this was ridiculous and that I was dreaming.

Digital, you have to give us an exert from your last night's dream.

Icepop, the objects were already alive when you became lucid, sadly I can't give you wings for that one. Don't worry, you still have another day and next month's tasks will be even more fun.

I'm not sure if this counts, but I feel I should post it [though the month is nearly over], this can also be found on the last page of my DJ:

March 24th: Indestructible:
Oh mercy no, it's raining down on me. A gateway from a tears, the warmth of a shelter, from themed to built I move. A Museum, a priest. Church in session, pay up now.

Extortion, accusations. The priest gets it all. Tithing is to the willing, only the corrupt force bullion to move.

He stole it. He has it. Those blasted family heirlooms. The Immortal Water and the Eternal Youth Bread.

One Command, and he's gone. I take the immortality, but not for me, for this baby in my arms, for those on this building/ship. Captain Jack Sparrow is in control, and oddly enough my husband. I know he's up to something reckless, even as I go off the the bathroom to ponder why if this is a dream, and I have a baby, why aren't my boobs bigger [milk pervys, it was an innocent question].

The child looks too small for me not to, so I wonder why even in this dream, if I can do anything possible, and have a child at my age, can't I get that much to happen.

I come back out to see a shop where I, not wanting to rob the people of their products, just ask merely of the price and origin of these unique stones. The shopkeeper insists that she gives me this beautiful rain drop filled [sapphire] choker as a gift for being so kind to her.

I take it and wear it, looking for Jack, to find him growing green and drying seaweed on the floor below. I know he wanted to crash the ship, he didn't like what had happened to the priest. Well, the mold had summoned a whirlpool, much to my lack of surprise. I made the child immortal, dragged him off to the edge of the ship, and we both jumped off, into the whirlpool.

Getting sucked in as the ship was being destroyed, I was shocked that under such pressure I only felt cool, calm water, and could see just fine, as if I were built to survive these things like they were everyday occurrences.

I dragged us to shore and knocked some sense into the bloody pirate.

[Forgive me for the senselessness, it goes with the lack of sleep part.]

Originally Posted by ninja9578

Digital, you have to give us an exert from your last night's dream.

Well these are more middle of the day dreams, but still. I wake up in my bed and reach to turn on my bedside light, it doesn't work, and I'm Lucid with no sense of urgency to do anything. This happens in nearly all of my lucid dreams. So I figure I'll try something that would hurt but not kill me if I was wrong about it being a dream so I cut myself with a large knife I keep by bed, the knife is very real in real life, but in the dream it's edge was dull, but looked very sharp I pricked my finger and nothing happened then I cut across my palm. The palm didn't hurt but it bled, but I was able to make it flow back into the cut and stop. So I figured I should really go for it so I got a gun out of my desk and shot myself dead in the chin. I remember hearing a loud clap and smelling burnt gunpowder, but I was totally fine. I felt like it was time to move on, because hurting myself seemed very silly in my dream, so I changed the setting to a coffee shop, hey it's where I'm comfortable in real life too. I thought I should surely be reading something and I looked down and saw 2 books one blue paper board, and the other dark old leather. The writing on both was gibberish so I asked a guy sitting by me reading the paper what I was supposed to to and about that time I hear another voice this the book, but it was still just a book so I decided I'd give it a mouth for the voice to come out of.

I figure making a book speak and have a mouth should work for number 2, number one was very easy even though I wondered why I was doing it when I did it

What is that thingy in the middle of the advanced task wings supposed to be by the way? It looks like something sweeping with a broom... But that's probably just me.