Otherwise not very remarkable dream. It started with me working in the garden behind my parental house. I lived there in this dream. I was hoeing vegetables. Then my friend came to visit me. She brought with her piece of ceramic green body(compacted powder for firing to obtain something ceramic... e.g. cup, knife, etc.) I inspected what she brought to me and I was admiring its fine structure- there was no defect in that piece... no bubbles, no cracks. I was wondering how she managed to prepare such high quality structure by using ordinary soil only. We were talking and she helped me in the garden. When the night has fallen, I have brought her to house and we eat dinner. Then we went to sleep.(I left her to sleep in the living room and I went to my own bed.) I fell to sleep and I had a dream: I was working with living energy originated from my body in that dream. I placed my index fingers about 1 centimeter from each other and I saw stream of golden sparkling light between them. Then that stream started to swirl and made a small sphere between my index fingers. I moved my fingers further from each other and te sparkling golden sphere of energy grew. When it was about half a meter in diameter I shredded that sphere by fast move of my hands... Reality got broken and I was pulled elsewhere... and it woke me up. I woke up in my bed(in parents house). I went down to living room to look whether my friend sleeps or if she woke up. She was up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was telling her about the dream I had. I tried to repeat the feat of that dream, and I was able to make violet stream of light between my index fingers. She was fascinated. The rest of day we talked and I tutored her how to make similar energy flow between her fingers. It was night in that dream when I woke up into reality Remarks That was very long dream, I never experienced something like this... Even if I had OBEs in which I experienced eternity... I'm able to see the stream of light(energy) between my fingers... Of course it is invisible to observer unlike to this dream.
Updated 09-01-2015 at 01:36 PM by 66278
3 things have happened in the last few days: 1. I have tried the nose plug and it definitely failed this happened maybe 3 times on separate occasions. It was like an FA. 2. I saw myself opening a chocolate bar as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed. 3. I was in my room for a brief second as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed again after WILD. I think these are signs that I might be learning something from you.
This dream was fun, and one of many that featured friendly serpents. --- --- --- --- --- One of my friends was looking for information on Rakshis. I assumed that she was referring to Rakshasas from Hindu mythology, and I excitedly suggested that I may have a book about them in my library. She pointed to a book in front of us, and we flicked through the pages together. This book featured information about the Egyptian pantheon. We looked through for information on Horus, or 'Hortet' as he was called here, but found very little that was specific. I turned to look at the cover, and the title illustrated that the book was about the esoteric significance of sexual love or energy as it was expressed between different mythological figures. Interesting enough, but not what we needed. I did have a book that would be more useful to my friend, but it was not on this plane, so I shifted us both over. We appeared in a vibrant, high-detailed world. We were in a a great, high-ceilinged, conical, brass structure. Grated metallic platforms lead over a bubbling stream which ran through the building. It was lush with vegetation and sun-kissed pond life. We were standing before the exit. Light poured in through the opening, and the stream flowed gently out and down the hillside beyond. Forested hills rolled away towards the horizon beyond. My friend knelt before the book and scanned through it. I recommended she find what she was looking for as soon as possible as we could not stay in this place long. Already, I could see the spiky backs of crocodiles bobbing in the stream, waiting for their moment to emerge. I told her to run back through the building and leave, and she obeyed without question. I was now there with my friend the Sentinel in the form of a dark slate-grey serpent. The enemy was approaching now and we were in danger. I scooped up the snake and ran back across the platforms to the elevator in the centre of the conical building. It would return me to my own world. The elevator was quite open, ringed with ornate brass bars to keep the occupants from stepping off the side. I dashed inside and closed the gate behind me. I wanted to take the serpent with me, but after I released my grasp on him, he slipped through the bars of the door. I felt anxiety rising that he would be crushed by the mechanics of the elevator and that I would only be able to look on helplessly. Despite my fears, he was perfectly fine, slithering around the bars without difficulty. The enemies approached as the elevator descended. I knew they were there, but I could not see them. As I slowly descended from view, I saw the serpent coiled and reared up, cobra hood open, defending my path from our pursuers.
Updated 03-26-2016 at 05:03 AM by 89402
Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday. My wife and children and I are living on Loomis Street, it seems (though my wife and children have never been to America). At least that is where my entire dream takes place; in the front part of the house. However, the house is mirrored from north to south - the first distortion of the Loomis Street house in this particular way that I remember. It does not trigger any degree of lucidity that the house is mirrored from my right to my left as such. My family seems to at least partly be living in the first small bedroom. My sister Marilyn makes an appearance as she was perhaps in the early 1970s (before I even moved back to Wisconsin). She seems healthy and happy. She goes to open her bedroom door and the door mostly falls off the hinges but is still partly attached at the top. She is annoyed and mentions something about how she wanted to listen to Neil Diamond with her door closed (apparently so as not to bother others, including her sickly husband). (This is odd, as she had never listened to Neil Diamond in real life regardless of her huge record, reel to reel, and cassette tape collection.) I go over and make the offer to fix it, but her husband Bob suddenly shows up as if having just arrived (possibly dropped off by his relatives or perhaps my sister Carol - this is not certain). He insists that he can do it. He looks very ill and begins at the top of the door frame. The hinges are not as they would be in reality. Each of the two hinges in the door frame (the ones that came loose) is held by two silver sets of nuts and bolts, the bolts facing outward from the door frame. He begins to work on the top nut by tightening it with his hands. The other nut below that is there but very loose. The other two nuts (for the bottom hinge) are somehow somewhere in that bedroom on the other side of the door (which is not logical, as the nuts would have rolled into the living room relating to how the door mostly came off, not the other direction). Just as he is tightening the top nut, he drops his left arm (the hinges are on the left side of the door from the living room perspective). He then seems to go into some sort of pseudo-ritualistic trance. I notice that there are dark reddish circles around his eyes and he is wearing no shirt. (He is just in his underwear.) He had arrived in only his underwear and had apparently been in the hospital for a week or more. He just stands there looking very ill. He starts chanting “Have a headache…don’t care…have a headache…don’t care…” (which seems to mean he does not care about anything in life, even continuing to fix the hinges). I get the strong impression that he is very close to death. I decide that I will manually tighten the other nuts myself, but just as I contemplate tightening the bottom nut of the top hinge, my dream fades. Zsuzsanna woke with a slight headache and a bit of nausea so it is possible our empathetic link projected into a different dream character (as this has happened before) - even though her character in my dream seemed healthy and happy. In fact, this metaphor (a door not being on all the hinges) does seem to have something to do with empathetic links that need to be strengthened for the health or vitality of both (including at different levels of thought). A door itself is a point between two rooms and often takes a dreamer into different levels of consciousness or awareness. Precognition unveils. Right after my wife had the television on (and just as I was ready to post this), the first thing she hears is “Neil Diamond…(pause)…No, it wasn’t Neil Diamond”. My wife just smiled at me and said “You’re funny”. Of course, this is a natural event via the Source, like digesting food, not an active “ability” for the most part (at least in this particular case).
Updated 09-01-2015 at 01:33 PM by 1390
alcohol (against my will) before bed, and chocolate, bedtime OK but late-ish + I'm looking at a colorful bird that's running around in a creek area under trees (a friend is trying to catch it?), it's going back and forth. Then I see it is a colorful pig/bird, a pig with feathers and birdish features, standing right next to me. I "know" the pig/bird thing can be dangerous and aggressive so I stay quiet. + boy who fell on the knife. It was a stick with a metal knife and a white ceramic blade attached as a crude spear. I'm concerned and go to see if he's bleeding. I'm holding the broken white ceramic knife which has a jagged tip (it broke off in his body?), he thinks I'm coming to stab him but I just want to see if he's bleeding and if the knife tip matches his wound + soldiers in big weird hazmat suits are walking through our area looking for (criminals/terrorists?) There are 3 big weird suits. A trainer not in a suit is covering them, they need cover otherwise an enemy could sneak up on them and shoot them at close range. Should I put my hands up as they walk by me? + at the childhood park basketball level [dream sign], a number of scenes and returns: I find myself on the basketball level of childhood park, there is a low fence in front of me, I'm at the far and by the drinking fountain/sloped hill, for some reason I decide to run, jump headfirst over the fence and bellyflop onto the asphalt. I do this and hit fairly hard and feel like I get some scrapes. Then I see a (boar?) running at me and I turn to the left and run with strong legs (I have been training) up the hill quickly. Back on the ground a wild dog/wolf is running at me and I think about timing the sword blow to hit its head (will its skull be too hard for the sword?) The evil guys are plotting to kill people. The girls come and say they've brought the flowers. I walk among the flowers it's like a florist shop. I'm playing basketball at the best (most level ground) shooting hoop (just shooting). I have my red, white, and blue basketball [true]. A friend takes a shot from far away and misses entirely. I give him a two-handed bounce pass that ends up going a bit to the right, but he catches it and passes it right back to me, he doesn't want my help. I think he's not doing it right, that far away you need to take a step to add momentum to your shot. I try the shot and I think I"m cheating by taking one too many steps so I'm too close. I throw up my shot and it also misses (it hangs in the air?) A building on the sloping hill behind the basket sucks up the basketballs? A truck with a long thing (missile?) backs up to the basket, blocking it, I complain and the driver or someone else explains. I command/TK that my basketball comes back to me, hold up my hand to receive it. Two orange basketballs come but they don't land properly in my hand. I say, "No! Deliver my red white and blue basketball, and right to my hands!" I walk to the entry (sloping road) side of the basketball level, my son is rolling a jet-ski slyly, it's one of his pranks he's stealing it?, he goes up on an elevated level and starts it up, it sounds like a motorcycle?, people are watching and grinning? There is a high cube-shaped room in the air in the bike-rack corner, it's almost directly over me. A round hatch opens and a I see an object coming out. It is a huge heavy weight that falls right down and completely flattens the guy next to me. I run away, and I think someone is projectile vomiting behind me because of the squished guy. I hide[dream sign] in a high enclosed nest by the exit road corner of the level, one of the plotting guys is driving below me in a car, I think my hiding place is not sufficient[dream sign].
Updated 09-01-2015 at 09:35 AM by 65364
Dreamt computer had virus kept popping up crap on scrreen, made me late for work waaaa!
I was walking up a hill leaving some kind of warehouse site. I get the idea that this might be a dream so I do a nose reality check. I then realized that I was dreaming and quickly and spontaneously decided that I should ride a moped. I looked around my surrounding area expecting a moped to be in sight and there it was. This moped was blue and in very nice condition. I quickly got on the moped and began to drive up some steep hill. Then suddenly my environment change then I was in a Walmart. walking around in the Walmart I compared this dream Walmart to the real life waking Walmart. I thought how I felt so different compared to how I usually feel while walking in a waking Walmart. Everythd that nothing is and easy going because I realized that nothing is substantial. I walk outside of the Walmart and quickly run into my girlfriend. We decided to fly together and so we did. it was very pleasant flying with her at night time over these surrounding buildings in the area. She held onto my arm and this was a very enjoyable experience. Then suddenly the scene changed and I was in a house with my girlfriend standing in some strange dark kitchen. I thought to myself did I just wake up or am I still dreaming? I did a reality check again and realize that I was indeed still dreaming. Immediately after doing this my girlfriends eyes begin to turn white as if she was being possessed by some kind of evil spirit. Out of fear and wanting some kind of protection I began to chant the compassion mantra the Buddha of compassion. as I did this my girlfriend began to shapeshift into a starving African child in which I felt extreme compassion for. This also cause me to feel compassion for all the starving children in the world. As I began to chant the mantra even more I hold this child with a heartfelt wish that all kids will be safe.
Didn't manage to become lucid, but I had some interesting non-lucids so I'm content. Frags: Mix of frags from two dreams. Both featured the same park, which had a fence surrounding it. The fence was a different height depending on where you were approaching it from. For the most part, you had to climb over it to get into the park, but there was one section that was lower than the others, making it easy to get ver I was outside of the park. There was a dog chasing us from the other end of the sidewalk. I was in the park again ... this time as Santa Clause (I really don't know why). Dream #1: I was observing a guy with crutches. His whole body was shrouded in darkness; I got bad vibes from him. He reached his hand into his chest area. An X-ray appeared, showing his hand moving through his rib cage. There was a weird, spiky protrusion coming out of his heart (which didn't really look like a heart). The guy broke the spike off and then thrust it in the direction of the protagonist, who had already begun to leave. That was his special ability: being able to throw bits of his body, knowing that it would always hit his target. The spike buried itself into the protagonist's upper body, causing him to react in pain. I don't think there were any serious injuries. The protagonist had gone "there" with 1-2 other people. "There" was the HQ of a group led by a gang leader-ish guy who's name started with a 'C'. My perspective shifted to that of my dad and I in the car. My dad was driving and I was talking about how I wish I had superpowers. He told me, "why don't you ask Tim?" in Vietnamese. It sounded strange, even in the dream, but I didn't become aware. Later, my dad was talking about pizza. He had a flier with him. Apparently it was from a popular online pizza store, which seemed kind of strange to me. The font and design were fairly basic. Dad was talking about how he was only interested in the "La___" pizza. When I looked at the image for it, it looked like an ordinary pepperoni and cheese pizza. Dad told me that even all the men in our city wouldn't be able to handle it (I'm assuming it's spiciness). Dream #2: I remember deciding on which class I wanted to play on an MMO. I was using a shield on my old character. My old character was pretty well-balanced, a jack-of-all-trades type. There were a bunch of guides for Mage types (I glanced at a pure fire Mage), but that didn't really appeal to me. I was thinking of playing a hybrid type, maybe a 1h swordsman with a shield and magic. The idea of a 2h swordsman with fire magic appealed to me, but I knew that splitting myself between multiple priorities would only weaken me. I was playing Terraria with K, T, and maybe someone else. I was using a new character with "Joe" in his name. I was using my hook as a Z-air, damaging K, who was chasing me off of a floating island. My hook was much slower than the other's (cause I was a nub) but it still allowed me to traverse the area, so I didn't mind. B was talking about the abilities granted to "special" classes. One was for werewolf, which gave them the ability to jump even higher. I don't remember how special characters were created, but it sounded kind of useless Later, the mood of the dream shifted. I was with another guy, a kid younger than me, who looked like one of my old co-workers. He'd bandaged the big toe of his right foot. I was with DTA, I think. I was leading an army into enemy territory, where battle was already engaged and our side was losing. A brutal fight was being held, with many participants being younger than me. I remember my little brother being near me. We managed to defeat the enemy at one point, but it turned out that most of their members were at a beach. A ceremony was being held there at the moment. I replay the message to DTA and we make our way there. When we got to the beach, me and a few others opt to "sneaking" in by going onto our knees and elbows and crawling. We made a lot of noise and some kids near the back, probably no older than 13, noticed us. Another battle began. I spent most of that battle in the single room leading to the beach. AL was sleeping in the bed (for whatever reason) and I promised I'd protect him. I switched between different weapons, but I was using dual fruit knives by the end of it. I'd hack and slash at anyone who entered the room. It wasn't difficult defeating them, and I wasn't scared or anything. There was a kid who'd tried to enter. I found out that he was on our side, but he still tried to fight me to get through. Apparently he wanted to join the battle at the beach, and I admired his courage. Eventually, AL woke up. We exchanged a few words. The dream ended soon after. COMP TOTAL: 176.5 (my score to beat next time)
Final competitions night, glad I participated, got me out of a "dry spell." I'll try to do the TotM and the lucid dares in the future, get me involved on DV. Once again small LD Lucidity: 5/10 Control: 6.5/10 Vivacity: 8/10 Afterr running away from zombie-like people, I find myself with a group of rescapees in a small hotel room. I realize that I'm dreaming for no specific reason. Zombies break through the door and I blast them away with telekinesis. As I stabilize the dream, I hear that the zombies are looking for my DNA, which would be why I had those "powers." The dream plot has adapted itself to my lucidity. I "remember" that I dropped a small black box which contained my DNA () earlier on. This is confirmed when I look out the window to find it laying on the ground some tenth of meters down. I'll get it back. There are zombies everywhere; I plan to fall down, grab the box and fly back up all in one smooth arc. I take a step out the window. The view looks a lot like my old apartment, except much higher. I look down into the alley way and I hold my arms wide, letting myself fall head first towards the box. I feel myself accelerate down and a strong wind hitting me. I reach the box, flying at about half a meter over the ground. I feel like I'm at a bad angle to go back up. I stop myself in mid air. Zombies try to get to me but I shake them off, and I quickly climb my way back in the hotel room, where sexy stuff happens until I wake up.
I'm occupying someone else's body, and I-the-character am not entirely clear on the body's identity. A woman greets me in Korean, and following her expectations, I enter an elevator. I-the-dreamer am aware that the body I'm occupying owns this building, he's the president of a company, and this is his private elevator to his penthouse suite. There are no buttons inside the elevator; I-the-dreamer am aware it uses facial recognition, I-the-character am surprised when it starts to move. The elevator opens onto his suite. There are a number of people in the bed, clearly after a party; the body's owner recognizes one of these people, the rest are strangers. I order everyone out; only that one exception stays. He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing an animal's pelt draped over his head, a wolf or a coyote. (It occurs to me after waking up that we were both wearing something else's skin.) Another man appears, and he grips this man by the throat. I recognize him; he's the reason I-the-character occupied this particular body, in order to meet with him. He speaks to me, believing he's speaking to the body's owner. I-the-dreamer switch to third person because I want to see the expressions of me-the-character. Speaking in English so that we won't be understood by the man with the animal pelt, I-the-character chide him for being "so eager to sink your teeth." He says, "Not the only thing I'm good at. But surely we'll still eat this-"
I wake up in my bed, and immediately realize I am dreaming. I first notice that I have no arms and try to remember what my arms feel like, and they gradually appear. I walk out of my room with the expectation of opening the door and being in atlantis, the underground city but it leads to the next room in my house...my body is feeling extremely heavy and its very difficult to move. I walk down the stairs thinking if I could just get outside of my house I will be free from this heavy body. I look at my hands to just make sure that I am dreaming and sure enough only 3 fingers on my right hand. I make it down the stairs and open the door to the outside world and am shocked at what I see - my moms car, the honda pilot, is crashed into the side of our house! I wake up soon after and try to chain this lucid but it doesn't work.
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DILD#1-I was flying above the clouds at night. I was thinking that I was transitioning to the dream world.My vision started to fade to black and I thought the dream was starting. My vision reappeared as I dropped down to the backyard of my grandmas house. When I landed, I noticed a bat coming towards me. I tried to catch it but didn't. I walked into the house, looking for something to do, but woke up. DILD#2-I woke up and noticed I couldn't move. I decided to power through the supposed paralysis and get up. I noticed my sister. I gave her a hug and told her I loved her. She said she did too and gave me a kiss. I woke up.
August 31, 2015 Band Camp? I was at a camp for some group I was in; we went there every day to do outdoor activities and whatnot. We were always in this part of the park-space that had a little water fountain and was on the edge of these woods. Every day, I saw my high school's band camp also using a space nearby. I knew my friend K was training the baritones this year, so I wanted to go say Hi, but never got a chance to get away from the group. One day, as we left to eat lunch in the big mess-hall, a group of worker filed into the space we had been using after us. When we got back, we found they had torn out the water fountain and some of the trees to put in a path and fence. We were pissed and wanted our money back. OITNB I was watching Orange is the New Black season one (funny story, I watched most of season 3 but haven't seen any of S1 or S2) and all the characters looked so much younger. Then I got pulled into the show and was an inmate with them all. We had these assigned seats for movies, and special little mini fridges at each of our spots. I noticed that there was nothing in my little fridge, so I went down to the basement looking for some cans of coke. I saw a lot of different kinds of staff and workers; some were janitors, some were medics, some looked like businessmen.... I ended up bribing some of them for cans of coke for my little fridge. When I got back up and found it full of coke cans, I was so happy and took one out and had a nice, big drink. HOLY FRAKING MOTHER OF GOD. This dream legit has so many elements of a dream Zukin had last night. We're like convinced we shared this dream or at least parts of it. I was in an old house, living with a bunch of other people. It was being renovated, and I was looking through the bottom storage rooms to see if there was anything I could take up to my room on the very top floor. It was like a GUFF pile (General Unrestricted Free (Food), I believe it stands for; it's a word we use at the coop I lived at with Zukin that means it's free for the taking/using), and I wondered what kinds of things people had put down there. There were lots of colorful sheets, and I would have taken one of them if I didn't already have nice sheets. I left, and when I came back again there were boxes of lots of different kinds of cookies, and three people in the room. There was an older gentleman who looked like a janitor, and a couple, the woman crying and eating cookies. I overheard the conversation; the man had cheated on her, and was breaking it off with her. I felt for her and wanted to treat her to something nice but something told me not to meddle. They both left, leaving me with the older gentleman. He seemed really friendly, a bit odd, but really well-meaning. He asked if I wanted any of the sheets; I said no, because I had a star trek patterned set upstairs. "Oh, you like Star Trek? I have just the thing for you!" He opened a drawer in a nearby desk and ruffled through some papers. He handed me a visibly old piece of card-stock with an image printed on one side of it and writing on the back. I don't remember exactly what the image was at first, but the older man said it was a picture of Spock. I looked again, and it still wasn't Spock but the image changed! Every time I looked at it, the image on the paper was different. It eventually did show Spock; it was a black-and-white image, pretty old looking. I was super thrilled with this piece of paper and wanted badly to find Zukin to show her this supernatural thing. I ran up flights of stairs to try to find her, looking down at the sheet to make sure it was still working every now and then. I noticed the images were always black-and-white, and always had that old high-contrast-y quality to them even if they were modern things. About half-way through the house I felt this evil, dark presence. I turned away from where it was, but I kept running into it and I felt like it was chasing me and I kept getting glimpses of this black, shadowy figure. When I got to the ground floor of the house (there were apparently lots of basement floors), the image stopped changing. It was also in color, now. It was an image of an old wooden door, very intricate and really quite beautiful. It was at the end of a hallway or something, like a door to a closet or stairs to the basement. I kept looking back at the paper, trying to get it to change, but it wouldn't. And then, there was a banging at the front door. I had to cross right in front of the door to reach the stairs up to the top floors, so I ran. When I got to the top of the first flight of stairs I turned and saw the black figure (I could now tell it was a woman, and she was pure evil) phasing through the door and floating up towards me. I ran the rest of the way to my room without looking back. When I got to my room, I shut the door and locked it, and somehow I felt safer. Like I knew she couldn't get up here. So I put the now-permanent photo in my desk drawer for now. I stood in the center of my room, which was really beautifully lit, and something made me realize this was all very odd... I looked down at my hands. They looked normal, but the ruby ring I have was not how it should be. The stones on the sides of the ring were the wrong color. (through out the dream, I kept looking down at my hands to see what different ways they would look and also to keep the dream stable) I looked up again, knowing I was dreaming, and jumped up to phase through the ceiling and fly around town. The city was huge. I flew up, very fast, and then did super-fast circles and figures in the sky, pretty much just having a good time while I collected my thoughts. I remembered my most recent, most wanted goal, to summon the Face and have him tell me who he was. So I stopped where I was, about a mile above the city, and shouted, "FACE!" I blinked and realized I was now back in my room in that house. I felt the Face's presence behind and to my left, so I turned. He looked completely different (he was wearing the sexyest of all outfits and a pig head for some reason...) We greeted each other with a nod, and then I said, "So tell me, who are you exactly?" He took off the pig-head mask thing, and there was his normal face. "I'm your lovely dream-love-guide, love." He still used that signsongy voice and it somehow made me super horny. I sat down on the floor next to him. He sat down too, and reached over to move the hair away from my face. I pushed him down and got on top of him and it was amazing; our clothes just poofed away. I've never been fully lucid during sexy-times before. It was awesome. When we finished, I was laying on the ground next to him and he pulled himself over me, smirked and said, "Now go do those other things you wanted to do," and he phased through me and then the floor. It was a weird feeling, not a bad one though. I laid there on the floor thinking of my other goals and things to do. I vaguely remembered the week-two task being to make an inanimate object move and talk or something. I looked around the room and decided to go with the wardrobe in the corner; there wasn't very much furniture to pick from. I watched it and kinda wiggled my hands at it to give it life. It took a breath (like literally, I could see it inflate and deflate) and seemed to look at me. "Well, go on then," it said. "What...?" "Open the window," it said, and moved toward the window. I did what it said, and when I opened the window, it got really happy. It shrunk enough to fit out the window and jumped out. I expected it to break when it hit the ground, but it just bounced a little and then walked off. Huh. I looked out the window and remembered the TOTM to turn yourself into a planet. I've been waiting for this one to be a task of the month to try it...! I stepped back from the window, and jumped up to shoot off through the roof of the old house. I just kept going up, getting faster and faster it seemed. Getting to space was harder this time because it was full-daylight out. The sun was abnormally bright and even when I got into space, the sun was like a super-bright point radiating out. I tried to keep my back to it while in space. I flew for a while, trying to get far enough from Earth to make my own planet out of myself. When I felt like I was far enough away, I stopped, closed my eyes and just sort of let myself grow. I grew taller, wider, rounder. It was such an awesome experience; I was just a simple round hunk of rock, so I sped up time (lol I forgot this was my third task, too, WOOT!) to let myself grow fully and get some lifeforms on me. I could literally feel mountains, oceans and forest growing on various parts of my body. I could feel living things start to evolve, and then people building huts and villages, migrating, and building their societies. It was like I WAS physics, geology, history... I could feel all the forces of gravity pulling things to my center, I could feel the pull of the sun and I could see the path of my orbit. I wanted to know what kind of life existed on myself, so I focused my consciousness on a point at my edge, extended out just a touch more and detached myself from myself. I was in a hilly place, with lots of grass. But where I detached was a crunchy gravel path. I realized I was in a sort of graveyard, and suddenly I felt Zukin's presence somewhere behind me. Like, not just Zukin's DC. This was HER presence. I looked around for her; I saw a few other people but I didn't see her, and yet I could still feel her and she was moving around. I kept searching for her but woke up... I texted her right away and she told me she had had a dream where she was in an old house that her family was renovating. But she knew it was haunted AF, and wrote them a letter trying to convince them. She described a black figure haunting and harassing a girl through the house! They felt she had wronged them, and honor-killed her and buried her in the back. And then she was wandering around a hilly, grassy graveyard following people and other spirits. Which would explain why I could sense her there but could never see her.
Updated 08-31-2015 at 04:18 PM by 69491
"You thought this place was haunted," I tell the brown-haired child. "As it turns out, you're not the only one with powers." I raise a hand and Matilda floats up off the floor, her eyes alight with excitement. I cut the enchantment, and she lands on her feet. "So you're my teacher?" I nod.
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