I must admit, it’s not always easy for me to change the environment at will. Sometimes it’s just a matter of opening a door with the desired destination in mind, and other times it takes a long run (or fly) across town. Occasionally, I just can’t get there at all.
I’ve had mixed results with the Crossroads since I first tried to get there after the initial post on this forum quite some months ago.
Here’s an example of when things don’t quite go to plan:
[i]I find myself at my parent’s house, in a room at the back that used to be mine. The entire contents of my bedroom is there, arranged incorrectly, as it usually is when I’m dreaming. The realization that I moved out several months ago triggers an instinctual assessment of my condition. I’m unable to locate a digital clock to perform a reality check (despite almost every object in my room displaying the time to some degree of inaccuracy in real life) - but I’m already confidently lucid, and so abandon my search for traditional verification.
After flicking through a magazine and searching my ‘magic’ drawers, I recall my intention to visit the Crossroads again, in light of a promising experience several months ago. Having never been particularly successful with teleportation before, I pondered over the more frequently suggested methods of travel. I determined that nothing could go seriously wrong with the old and respected ‘magic door’ technique.
I discarded the magazine, and made my way to the door on the other side of the room. I took the handle, and concentrated intensely on the image of a vast, flat desert rolling far into the distance. I pictured 2 sets of levitating chairs, a bunch of majestic trees, and a large blue levitating stone pillar. I’m not entirely sure where that last feature came from, but hell, I knew exactly what I wanted to see.
The handle turned, the door opened, and I wasn’t impressed. My parent’s house continued realistically down the hallway, and around the corner. My attempt hadn’t succeeded, but it’s no big deal, I can always try something else. Persistent as always, I wandered through the house looking for other means of achieving my objective. I was on a mission, and this time I wasn’t going to be distracted by the hundreds of breakable objects littered across every vacant surface.
The thought occurred to me that I might have more luck outside, so I stepped through the back door and into yard. The excessively well-maintained garden that usually occupies the entire yard was replaced by a somewhat daunting jungle. I was fast running out of ideas, time, and patience. In retrospect, it couldn’t have helped that I was beginning to wonder if I was even capable of reaching my objective.
Just then, an idea emerged from one of the more lazy parts of my mind. What if I simply looked at the ground, and ran until the earth turned red with dry desert sand? Sounded like a good idea at the time, and short of closing my eyes and spinning (Or as I like to call it, Lucid Russian Roulette) I was just about out of ideas. So, I bend forward, took a good look at the paved tiles beneath me, and took off across the yard as fast as I could.
Usually bad ideas tend to generate a tingling suspicion in my head that often causes me to reassess the idea for possible danger. This time, however, I can honestly say I was 100% absent minded when ran head-first through one of the glass windows on the deck, and came crashing down onto the path below. Long story short, it didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.
Regardless, I tried again, this time following the path slowly as it descended the hill down towards the garage and out onto the road. I began to see signs that it was working. Just as I passed the gate leading under the house, the ground was starting to become orange. I kept walking, and the dust became more prominent with each step. Soon the entire path was coated with dry, red sand. Not wanting to ruin it, I decided that I wouldn’t look up until I was sure the environment had changed successfully.
To test it, I reached out blindly to where the side of the house was just moments before. Unfortunately, it was still there. I looked up, slightly disappointed, and found that I was indeed still in my yard. The sand remained, but I was no closer to reaching the Crossroads.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I wandered out into the street to have some fun before it was too late.[/i]
Does anyone have any other ideas for how to reliably change the dreamscape?
, it’s just that I think you’re taking it a bit too far now 
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I’d really like your accounts of the any experinces there for the website if your willing?
i’d liek to hear your stories oto…