^ Double post demon. 
Here’s two NDs. No hats. No surfing…
Lucidity Challenge 35 > winner Koharo!
I had a short lucid dream last night. (Length: 2 minutes.)
Dream details:
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[color=blue]A friend is showing me around some mansion, delivering this nonstop harangue about the lack of baby proofing. I’m surprised by how angry she is until we reach a second floor balcony that overlooks a huge courtyard with a fountain. Next to the railing is a strange device that invites a baby to crawl onto it and then extends over the edge of the railing to “give the baby a better view” by dangling them hazardously over the side.
Now that I’ve seen this dangerous contraption, I get why she’s so mad. Now I’m fuming too. But when I’m done whining and stop to study my surroundings again, I notice that I’m no longer in a mansion. I’m now alone on the second floor of a shopping mall. I don’t understand how I got there. Everything looks very real, though, so I decide I’m probably not dreaming. I reality check “just in case” and I’m astonished when it fails. I hit a second nose pinch. This also fails and I think, “No way. I just did it wrong.” Third try fails [/color][color=red]and now I’m finally lucid.
I’m shocked that this is a dream and my vision immediately goes black. I start rubbing my hands together, determined not to let this go. I test my dream body in a variety of ways to keep myself tethered to the dream: I rub my hands over my elbows, flick my teeth with my fingernail, lick my arm, flex and prod at my muscles, slap myself in the face. Everything works and I feel solidly locked in – I just can’t see anything. This goes on for quite some time and I’m having trouble staying calm.
Unsure what to do, I extend my right hand and plead for help. “I can’t see. Please, somebody help me.” Seconds later, someone grabs my hand, gives it a hard yank, and I stumble forward, my vision fully restored.
Of all people, my rescuer is Julia Roberts (an actress that I do not particularly like and haven’t thought of in years.) I suddenly feel like a jerk for not really liking her work.
We’re on a dilapidated pier by the seaside. I demand “Super high-def!” from the dream scene and everything sharpens nicely. I hear the creak of beams and the slap of seawater against the piers, as well as the distant cry of gulls. I know that I’m right on the water and think of getting to the Cretaceous seas!
Julia Roberts shouts at me that “You’re almost out of time!” and runs off down the pier. I run after her, searching for some way to get to the open water. Dream characters peer at me from stalls on the sides of the pier, murmuring incomprehensibly to one another as I pass. I keep running, wondering whether I need to try something drastic to change things in my favor. Soon [/color]the dream fades to black, this time for good.
I had an average LD on the last topic.
Time: about 5 minutes
Goal accomplished: To shuffle (the dance)
Objective: I recall suddenly wearing a hat, but I didnt take it.
Last night I had another short lucid dream. (Length: Just over 1 minute.)
Dream details:
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[color=blue]We’re throwing some kind of huge party at our house. Our den has expanded to an impossible size and is filled with rows of picnic tables, with friends and family all around. I feel the mingled excitement and vague anxiety that I always feel hosting any sort of event. It’s fun visiting with the guests, several of whom I haven’t seen in quite some time.
“S”, a friend of mine, grabs me in order to inform me than an “associate” of his has inexpensive cruise tickets that he would like to sell me. S’s associate is a rough-looking character with a plug earring installed in each of his wobbling earlobes. He carelessly dumps his wallet out on the table, telling me that the tickets are “in there somewhere”. I find his driver’s license, which is covered with uncomfortably personal information, such as the fact that he is an “Atheist” who has a “Vasectomy”.
I find a strange little zip-lock bag filled with strips of paper that have different people’s signatures on them. It feels creepy to me and I wonder why he would have such a thing. I joke nervously, “A little weird, but at least it’s not a bag full of women’s hair or something.”
When I look up to gauge his reaction, the scene has shifted. I’m now surrounded by a handful of well-dressed police detectives. They chuckle at my comment and I realize that I’m also a detective and we’re working together to solve a crime. Fortunately, I still have strong recall of the previous dream scene, note the strangeness of the transition and[/color] [color=red]I become totally lucid. I stop in the middle of a sentence I can no longer remember and say, “And now I am lucid.” I nod politely at my new colleagues and get up to leave.
The detectives step aside for me and I see that I’m on the ground floor of a glass office building. Through the glass I see a street scene, cars and pedestrians passing by outside of the building. I walk past a busy cubicle farm, taking in my surroundings and ambling slowly toward the exit.
Clarity is high and I feel super-aware, like the master of my domain. I feel so confident that I have no urge to stabilize. Out loud I say, “This is my lucid dream. It will go at my pace and nobody will control it but me.” I feel calm and unstoppable as I walk toward the exit. A woman enters from the street and I nod a greeting. She smiles back and I note that although she is a stranger to me, she looks every bit as real as a person I might encounter during a day at the office.
After the woman passes, I step calmly through the exit. There’s a flash of light as direct sunlight hits my eyes and [/color]suddenly I’m awake.
Last night I became lucid but I woke up within seconds.
[spoiler]
A very short lucid last night. I was on my way to school when I pulled into this empty parking lot. It did not at all resemble the parking lot at the community college, this parking lot had lots of big spaces with freshly painted lines. It was abnormally shaped, and it stretched a long way, but on the left side there was woodlands and on the right there was a big nice open field. As I got out of the truck, I realized “Hey, this doesn’t look like the parking lot at my school! I must be dreaming!” Then I woke up.[/spoiler]
I had what I consider a fairly long lucid dream last night. (The length was 7-8 minutes.)
Dream details:
[spoiler][color=blue]I hurry into a grocery store to pick up some items, passing my friend R on the way in. (The only IWL friend I have that regularly LDs.) I say hey and we catch up about the time he’s been spending in Seoul, South Korea. I’m in a hurry so I tell him I have to run.
As he’s leaving, I call back to him and ask, “R, what city are we in right now?” He thinks for a moment and then says that he doesn’t know. How can we both not know? Something’s off. “Buddy, aren’t you supposed to be in Seoul? I’ve never been to Seoul.” We agree that it’s strange neither of us know where we are and I [/color][color=red]realize that I’m dreaming. “I figured out what’s going on, R. I’m dreaming. Well, one of us is, I guess. Probably me.” He congratulates me and agrees that it’s “probably” me having the LD and not him. I clap him on the shoulder and head into the store.
I walk through a set of automatic doors and casually explore the store, taking my time marveling at the items on the shelves, the level of detail, and the sheer number of dream characters buying food for the week. I spend several minutes just enjoying the people and texture in the place. One DC, a bulky man in a football jersey and baseball cap, gives me a slightly unfriendly look, but I ignore him.
A more serious confrontation is next. I’m approaching the frozen foods section when a fat, enormously tall man locks eyes with me. His many chins quake with rage and his fists are balled up for a fight. The huge man strides toward me, flaring out his arms like an obese grizzly bear. I hear him grinding his teeth. The sound is awful, like ice cubes being crushed against one another.
My own temper starts to smolder but I catch myself and say, “Wait. You’re not upset with me. You’re angry about something else. What can I do to help you?” He stops and drops his arms to his side, mouth hanging open in surprise. Sheepishly, he says, “Drumstick.” I point to one of the cases in the freezer aisle and it begins to give off a warm glow. “The ice cream’s in there,” I tell him. “I made this place. That means it’s my fault it didn’t have what you needed. I’m sorry for your trouble.” He smiles broadly and waves, turning toward the ice cream.
I walk further down the freezer aisle, studying the ice cream and shelves full of frozen dinners. (My subconscious seems to mostly produce lasagna and meatloaf.) At the end of the aisle, I come to a door that leads into a hotel banquet hall with a view high above the city. (What city? Still don’t know.)
I’m barging in on some sort of convention and the well-dressed DCs act shocked to see me. They protest at first but I inform them that all of this is my lucid dream, so they’ll just have to be patient until I’m through. They become very interested, peppering me with questions. A small crowd of well-dressed young professionals gathers around me, asking me why I keep rubbing my hands together and prodding at my arms. I explain a bunch of LD concepts to them, starting with stabilization, going through how I enter an LD, etc. None of it feels like a waste of time. If these DCs represent some part of myself, what could be better than reviewing the basics?
I tell them that I have to find the Cretaceous sea. I hold my hands out and will the Cretaceous sea to illuminate. A chunk of the horizon starts giving off a warm glow (just like the ice cream!) I try to push through the window, which fails, and then try to punch it. It acts like plexiglas, wobbling and vibrating but refusing to break. I finally grab a chair and knock out a smaller panel.
I squeeze myself through to the outside of the building. The wind is fierce, tugging at my clothes, and the ground looks far, far away. I cling to the building, suddenly more afraid than I was prepared to be. I start to calm myself[/color] but it’s too late – I’m awake.[/spoiler]
Scores up to NOW
- Koharo - 30 + 120 = 150
- Lucid Wolf - 20 + 10 + 20 + 20 + 40 = 110
- Rhewin - 20 + 20 + 20 + 20 + 5 + 30 + 20 = 95
- MagykKatte - 20 + 30 + 40 = 90
- demented - 5 + 5 + 20 + 30 + 20 = 60
- DaveTheJoker - 40 + 10 50
- fennecgirl - 20 + 30 = 50
- Masonc1 - 10 = 10
- Scipio Xaos
- Mason
- Thorn
- Nicklebrick
- Czaranis
- (Sandy)
- Ansie
Lucid Points Task Points Personal Goal Points Total Points
Task 3: The Dreamternet!
The internet is probably THE marvel of the modern world. It has a virtually unlimited potential to expand, too. So what does the internet in our dreams contain?
Find a connection to the internet (ie: a computer/smart phone/etc)- 5 pts
Connect to the internet - 10 pts
View some webpages, chats, or something - 20
View something above and beyond the real internet’s capabilities - 10
Create an internet location (website, chat, other?) - 20
I fully anticipate the internet to be something more than just text and images displayed on a monitor, so terms like “webpage” and “chatroom” may not exactly be the most fitting, but I think they get the idea across. Good luck on your cyber dreams! 
Let’s ask again, does it make sense point wise to also do the previous tasks?
Yesterday I had a dream in which I questioned reality, and I was convinced it wasn’t real, but I didn’t realise it was a dream and I lost the realisation that it was not real after 2 min or so. (I am not sure if this scores me points or not, but I wanted to mention it anyways 
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Oh, sorry Ansie, meant to answer that…
Yes, you can still get points for old tasks, however you miss out on the 20 point bonus for doing the current task.
I had an ND last night in which I connected to the Internet via my laptop and somehow ended up with a printout of a webpage. Not the most thrilling ND, but at least my dreams are starting to relate to the task.
A short LD again, and unrelated to that LD, I connected to the internet in a dream of mine via my (old) iPhone. Got on irc and also browsed the news through Yahoo. Apparently Ralph Nader has pulled ahead in the polls >.>
The medium lucid I had (that has already counted for points) featured the internet, do pre-tasks count for anything?
[color=green]-9/18/12 Medium LD with nothing to do with the topic
-9/20/12 Long LD with nothing to do with the topic
-9/22/12 Multiple short short ND/LD’s WBTB more short ND/LD’s not on topic (Counts as 2 short) [/color]
^…?? This was the Assailant dream which was a long LD. *Correcting entry error I’m aware the awarded points are still the same.
[color=green]-9/23/12 Medium LD nothing to do with topic
-9/24/12 Long LD nothing to do with topic[/color]
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[center]…And a lot of recording for my logbook. It gets interesting and pretty vivid on 9/20, 9/23, and 9/24…these hit me out of no where but I’m doing much better since my LD dryspell.[/center]
I had a average-length LD, noting very important so im not going to be updating my DJ at all
And btw, these are awesome tasks!
3 medium LD’s and 2 short LD’s
1 short LD off topic
Edit: FLD -20
I had a medium LD this morning, in which I attempted and failed my personal goal.