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 Originally Posted by Mzzkc
I wake up, and try to WILD again. . .
I fail spectacularly. The non-lucid goes on for a good while. Nothing interesting happens. This is common for many dreams I experience during naps. Eventually, I find myself in a similar building as before. The same friend is there, but so are a bunch of other people from the Scholars Program I'm in. They were all eating dinner in front of the elevators, which reminds me of the Picnic I'm required to go to when I wake up. Oh, wait, I must be dreaming.
An RC helps me stabilize a bit. I realize I probably don't have much time, so I should do this as efficiently as possible. I jump through the nearest window. Letting my body slide through the cool glass as it contoured around me. Easy stuff, I thought, ready to try something a bit more challenging. I'd never been particularly good at shape shifting, but was willing to give it another shot. As gravity started to take effect, I resisted it, I try not to resort to flight, instead I fall slowly at staggered intervals. As I fall, I imagine my body changing; I had chosen the form of a griffin.
For some reason, my field of vision narrows. I assume my head and eyes must have changed positions. Regardless, I try to grow myself some wings in order to keep myself in the air. I am successful. The sensation is odd, but I ignore it as I try to change the rest of my body. After a few seconds of focusing on the end result I try to look down to see if I'm successful. I can't seem to get a good look at myself so I switch to a third person view (Thank you video games).
I'm pretty ugly, with a short, red, feathered neck and squarish head. My wings extend from he point my neck hits the body. Front legs are like big, lanky, feathered chicken legs, puny talons and all. Back legs are somewhat feathered, but have paws that seem like a cross between a lion's and a hippo's. Also, my tail is a feathered tail, not a lions tail. I give myself a lion's tail with a bit more concentration, but I can't get rid of the feathers. The result is odd, to say the least.
As I'm flying around what appears to have turned into a city landscape, I work on my front legs a bit more, making them a bit more beefy. The beak protruding from my face is small. Overall, I'm unhappy with how the whole thing turned out. Why didn't I turn into a Phoenix, I think to myself. Somewhat frustrated, I use an abstract version of my "pinch" technique (cause I'm working in the third person) to lengthen my neck. I mess up and make it too long and heavy. Fearing that I'm running out of time, I do.
I get up, take a shower, and go to the picnic. Feeling disappointed in my performance.
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