First, an average-length lucid dream from two nights ago.
[spoiler][color=blue]I’m in an office kitchen and I happen to run into L, an old friend from high school that I barely ever see. I ask how married life has been and whether anything exciting is going on with her. She reveals that she’s expecting and is “3 weeks along”. I remark that I couldn’t tell (duh) but she doesn’t respond.
Assuming she didn’t hear me, I repeat what I just said, only to realize that she has vanished. A young woman taps me on the shoulder and says, “Are you okay? You look like you’re talking to someone but there’s nobody there.”[/color] [color=red]Immediately lucid, I nod to her. “Thanks. Everything’s fine. I’m dreaming.” She seems to accept this, walking away. My mind is immediately on the Task of the Month and I walk through the nearest doorway.
I wind up in a large classroom that looks like it might be for first- or second-graders. Daylight streams in from a large window on the far side of the room. I’m the only person in the room and there’s a pumpkin in the middle of every short little table. Yes, conditions are perfect for removing my own head.
I walk around the room, thinking of mirrors, expecting to see one around every corner. Finally one of those odd, distorting fish-eye mirrors appears but I figure it’ll be fine. I check my reflection and I’m wearing extremely thick black glasses and a purple tank top. My hair looks all 90s and hair-sprayed. I decide not to get too attached to this new look as I shall be ridding myself of this head shortly.
I begin to think about how all my life I have had the head of a Lego man, attached to my neck by nothing but a short knob. I place both hands under my jaw. Even though I can feel my hands on my face, my reflection’s hands are a few inches away. I go ahead anyway, smoothly pushing up, and my head pops right off, just like a Lego piece. There’s no blood and no pain. All of this feels perfectly natural.
I need to find a pumpkin now so I unceremoniously chuck my head onto the floor. It makes a sound like a softball as it lands. I grab a nearby pumpkin and see that it’s already carved like a jack-o-lantern. I wonder whether this is a violation of the rules that I’m supposed to carve it. I decide that once I put it on I’ll add features. (Maybe a mustache?) I return to the mirror to complete the procedure but find that my original head has grown back. I feel a flash of surprise and the mirror disappears.
I start looking around the class for more mirrors. One pops up but vanishes as soon as I try to look into it. I grumble about this and my voice suddenly sounds like the growl of an old man. I find a third mirror. When I look into it, Walter White from “Breaking Bad” is staring back at me. He (is this me or someone else??) is wearing the trademark Heisenberg pork pie hat and dark glasses. The dream fades [/color]and I’m awake.
Next, another average-length lucid dream where I believe that I accomplished the following:
-Travel through space - 20 pts (Note: I exited Earth’s atmosphere and made it into space. Once I got into space, I started floundering without traveling very far. I hope that this still counts, but it’s of course totally up to the organizer to decide!)
I’m a graduating senior in college, following around a guy who seems to think we’re close friends. I feel pretty guilty because I have no memory of him at all. I’m accompanying him so he can say his post-college goodbyes to his girlfriend. We meet her outside of a dormitory, and I recognize her as a girl that I know from high school. I recognize how weird this is and [color=red]quickly find myself lucid.
Both of the dream characters freeze in place, looking into one another’s eyes. I decide to leave the love birds alone while I take another pass at Task of the Month. (In this case, I’m going to be trying to remove my head and replace it with a pumpkin.) I try to will a mirror onto the outer dormitory wall but nothing appears.
I remember how much more dream control success I have when I’m detailed and thorough. I try again, this time imagining an ornate mirror that’s been worn by time, the paint on its frame beginning to chip and flake off. This time I get my mirror!
I look into the mirror but it’s dirty and cloudy-looking. The reflection looks like a shirtless me but it’s very hard to make out any detail. I wipe at the mirror but it just doesn’t make any difference. Rather than get hung up here and waste a lucid dream doing glass-cleaning, I decide to spend my time trying out other things.
I leave the grounds of the dormitory and head out onto a quiet, empty street. The morning feels chilly and the city is covered with a blanket of fog. I wonder what this fog looks like from above, so I decide to try flying above it. This time, I focus on the little details. The chill of humid air against my fingertips. The breeze flowing past my hair and tickling my scalp. Concentrating on these sensations leaves me no time for doubt and I smoothly rise up into the fog.
The fog swallows me whole as I rise. I wonder how long it will take me to pierce it. I feel myself going faster and faster and soon I’m rocketing up through the atmosphere. The fog never seems to end and I feel like I must be high above the Earth.
Suddenly I break through into blackness. I stop rising, my momentum suddenly gone. I’m in the blackness of space and the fog is now a floor below me. I realize that it isn’t just the city that was covered in fog – it’s the entire planet. I am able to breathe but I somehow can’t keep myself from doing so in these desperate, shallow gasps.
My flight abilities have stopped working and my arms and legs flail helplessly. I will myself a pair of rocket shoes but I get confused trying to work the lever that turns them on. I start losing my cool and my breathing becomes even gaspier until [/color]I wake up.[/spoiler]