I've had enough of heights lately, as during my hiatus all I've done is meddle with physics.

Anyway, I thought I'd try the task of the month. I planned on visiting a restaurant, and ordering something fancy, along with something inedible.

I wake up watching a movie with my sister. I didn't remember sleeping on the couch, so I reality checked. Of course I was dreaming! To focus, I jammed my index finger into the back of my hand, trying to get it through. I could feel my finger slide between the metacarpals. Fun times. My sister begged me to take her with (she asks me to take her with on dream adventures in real life), but lost interest as I made my way to the kitchen.

Although I imagined a restaurant, the kitchen remained a kitchen. I rifled through the cupboards and pulled out a fork. I wanted my completion of the task to be somewhat ironic. I put the pointy end in my mouth and bent the fork against the roof and the tongue. Once it broke, I chewed. It easily crumpled, like a pecan, but didn't have any taste. I took a bite out of the holding end, too, which was equally tasteless. The fork began to regenerate, so I tossed it aside, not wanting to waste time on it. I swallowed a bit, and spat the rest out, because it started tasting bitter!

"This is going great!" I said aloud, believing I had much time left.

--blah blah blah, I FA, still lucid, I go into the forest--

Suddenly I was in a house. I shrugged and looked around. It didn’t resemble any house I’ve lived in. A DVD rack presented a new enigma. What does a DVD taste like? I grabbed two, went outside, and began to chew the taffy-like discs. It didn’t have taste until I walked by a barbecue grill, when it acquired mesquite flavor. I hopped a fence and made my way back to the pond, but woke up before I got there.

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