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04.12.2010Floppy Neck (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was about to reply to some of my adoptees' PMs on Dreamviews, but I thought I would get inspired to reply with something more interesting if I had a WILD first. I was quite sleepy, and feeling the effects of a severe hangover. I predicted a WILD would definitely be on the cards. Before getting back into bed I turned on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide a little light. It is annoying to have a false awakening into a pitch black room- and I hoped having a light on in the real world would affect my dreams. For a long time I lay on my back, to try and relax. Nothing much happened. After shifting position a few times, I thought I could hear someone talking. It sounded like a radio show. I listened carefully and made it louder. It turned into a roaring vibration coming from the sides of my forehead, then stopped. The next thing I knew, I was playing <PERSON>. I assumed this was brought on by looking at the new map pack before going back to bed. Although for some reason I was playing Halo 1. The graphics were not great. I was inside some kind of blue-tinted warehouse, and some maniac was flying around on a ghost. I stuck it with a plasma grenade and jumped out of the way before he splattered me. I considered taking the ghost (which was not completely destroyed) for a spin, but I felt myself starting to wake up. I was back in bed, unsure of whether or not I was awake. The lamp was on. As a kind of anchor, I tried to continue playing Halo with a controller I found in my hands. I kept my eyes closed, so I could still see the game I was playing, and used the "controller" to keep moving around. I did not think I could sustain the dream this way, so I gave up and opened my eyes. I thought I had woken up and was disappointed. Just to be sure, I looked at my hand as a reality-check. It was missing. I dropped my arm in disbelief. Getting out of bed was a challenge. My neck muscles did not seem to work, and my head just flopped back on my shoulders. I momentarily fixed it by pulling my head forward by the jaw, but then I was stuck looking at the floor. Suddenly I was back in bed. There was someone in the room with me. It turned out to be the dude who lives across the hall. I held out my arm and he helped me up. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked. "Dreaming," I replied. "This is not real." I knew this dream was not very stable, so I abandoned any ambitious goals I may have had. Instead, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For some reason, I could only see my reflection in the mirror when I looked at it from an angle. There was no reflection at all when I looked straight-on. Unlike real life, I was clean-shaven, and my hair was quite neat. After another false awakening, I found myself in a supermarket, looking at some kind of media device. It was quite like an ipod, but was more square than my ipod touch. I scrolled through various music tracks, and found myself drawn to one piece: "In the Hall of the Mountain King". Downloaded when I woke up, a good choice. It would not play in the dream though.