I just got back from 10 days camping in the backcountry and had some great opportunities to try the advanced task of the month. There are my excerpts of my two attempts...I hope they count:

ATTEMPT #1:
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" I find myself in my childhood home, out in the backyard, still lucid. I remember the Dream Views task of the month of exploding. As I had planned to pull it off, I would summon a bomb (timed), strap it to my chest, and let it go off. The way it ends up happening is more or less as planned. First I try to use the wooden toy chest next to the jungle gym as a place in which to "discover" the bomb. I walk up over there and open it up, expecting to find the bomb there. But instead, there is nothing. Not willing to give up that easily, I try to just turn around and expect it to be there on the lawn. After a few tries, this works! But instead of a fancy, high-tech bomb, this is one of those stereotypical round, black bombs like in Super Mario Bros. I just "know" that it's going to go off in one second, so I quickly scoop it up and hold it to my chest. It indeed "goes off," but not quite in the manner I expected. First, there is no visual blast, just a tactile vibration of great intensity. Then, instead of being broken into a thousand pieces, my body "locks up" and I begin to float upwards (against gravity) completely outside my control. I'm literally paralyzed, cannot move my limbs, and I'm mute, so my cries for help go unanswered. I just float inexorably upwards like a balloon until something causes the scene to shift."

ATTEMPT #2:
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"Thus the scene shifts and I find myself once again at my childhood home, this time on the back deck (how hard it is to get away from that damn place in my dreams!) I'm still lucid, though not as high-level as before. Still, I remember to try the Dream Views task of the month of exploding. So I try to summon a bomb directly into my hands. I take them slightly out of my line of sight, then re-emerge with a rough slab of meat, like a steak or something. I conclude that "the bomb must be implanted in the meat and about to go off." So I hold it tight to my chest and sure enough, a moment later there is an explosion-like sound and I am flung dozens of feet off the deck and onto the backyard lawn, lying prone on the ground and feeling pain in my chest from the blast. Even though I pre-visualized and expected to be blown into a thousand tiny pieces, I remain fully put-together. After a few moments of lying there helpless, the scene changes once again."