This lucid is from the morning of 3/24/2014. Still going for Task of the Year! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #195: Indoor Gardening I am working in a busy office setting with my friend "<PERSON>". The very popular manager of the office has just been fired and everyone is gathered to hear a speech from some stuffed shirt corporate guy explaining why this was done. "Losing a beloved manager is like losing a friend," says the generic corporate guy. <PERSON> farts loudly. I laugh, then turn to him and say, "I am not sure how many friends you will have if you keep doing that." He does not seem to realize I am joking and looks hurt. Now I feel sort of bad. I assume he is sensitive because we just lost our manager. As the corporate guy drones on and on, I start feeling very stressed. I realize that I am late for an orchestra concert I am supposed to be performing in. I sneak out of the meeting, looking for the auditorium. I walk down a long, carpeted hallway and find the auditorium doors on my left. When I step inside, I see that it looks more like a movie theater. I get a sense of how odd this all is and I am enormously relieved when I realize that I am dreaming. The scene rapidly begins to fade, so I rub my hands together and run back and forth across the front of the theater. It takes a moment, but after maybe 3 or 4 trips from one end of the theater to the other, the visuals all come back. The theater is large but there are only five seats right next to each other. I recognize one of the theatergoers as my friend "SKR", but hers is the only familiar face. SKR seems to be looking for something under her seat so I decide not to just focus on tasks rather than trying to communicate. I start going for <PERSON> and the Beanstalk Task of the Year. I perform a behind-the-back summon of seeds, and my hand comes back with little nuggets attached to long wisps of cotton. I just go ahead like this is good enough and start digging into the floor. The concrete floor scoops easily aside, leaving a nice, shallow hole for the seeds. I stuff them into the dirt, cover it back over, and start looking for my beanstalk to grow. The shoots start emerging, but when they get to be about 4-5 inches long, they flop over onto their side on the floor. I tug at them a bit but they just feel like limp, frayed green carpet. I give them a tug and try to imagine them shooting skyward, but I am not able to get tons of energy behind this thought. Now I see Wife walking in through the doors of the theater. There is a sensation that is sort of like waking up and then I find myself in my in-laws' house. I "realize" that all of what I just experienced took place inside Unreal Engine 4 and I have now returned to the real world. Wife gives me a stern look. "Do you have anything you should be telling me?" I sheepishly admit that I skipped out on playing in my orchestra concert so that I could have a lucid dream. She gives a serious nod and walks away. I am glad she is not too pissed off about this. The dream ends...
Place withheld · 2014-03-25 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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