Voices

September 13, 2010 Asleep by 1am. Decided to try an experiment, today. Awake at 5am. Tried a new idea during my WBTB... playing the mathematics gamex100 on brain age to help wake up my prefrontal cortex Was actually a really good idea! I settled in for my WILD and had better focus than I have in weeks. SP was pretty uncomfortable this morning, coupled with the knowledge that I knew my BF would be interrupting my attempt today (long story)... I ended up passing out at some point, I think around the 6am point. I was woke up by my end of WBTB alarm. I am actually thinking I should kill that alarm, but it is usually so I can move back from the couch to the bed. But it is a potential lucid I keep interrupting. Almost-completed <PERSON> goal - Lucid - 1/5 This was all 60's-era setting. About 1965, actually. I was on a stage with a bunch of instruments set up. This stage was a bit unusual, as it was not raised, or surrounded by raised seats. In fact, it was all one level, and there was a space of maybe 10 feet between us and the first row of audience. I noticed a stagehand had two stop signs (like the cross-walk hand-held ones), which he laid on the ground in a ^ shape. I "knew" it was <PERSON>'s spot to stand on the stage. At that moment, <PERSON> came out from back stage, with his bass on him already. "Hey <PERSON>!" I beckoned him over. I wanted to test whether he knew about going past the stop signs, or not. "Come stand over here, this is where you are supposed to be!" <PERSON> comes over and he is got one foot over the stop signs. "No!" I said. "Do not go past them, it is dangerous! Look at how close the audience is!" I said, and positioned him back by his shoulders. "Oh, yeah, I suppose you are right!" he said. <PERSON> came out, so <PERSON> says quietly, "Let us see if <PERSON> fucks up with it!" Then louder, "Hey <PERSON>, come over here!" <PERSON> does, indeed, mess it up, resulting in me laughing at him and saying, "No!" again, but in a silly voice. <PERSON>'s a bit more whatever! about the whole thing and sticks his tongue out at me. <PERSON> comes out and the same thing repeats. As I am pushing <PERSON> back, I think to myself, "Wow, even if this is just a dream, I am acting pretty retarded, I should stop!" I need to go across to the other side of the stage (we are on stage left, my keyboard is on stage right). <PERSON> is supposed to play on stage right. As we pass each other, we stop and kiss briefly before carrying on. When I get to my keyboard, though, there is a major catastrophe! There is a pool of water underneath my keyboard, and the stagehands are doing nothing to clean it! I find a mop (did not have to look far ) and start trying to get the water up. <PERSON> sees me, and comes over. "Why are you mopping it yourself?!" he demands. "Because no one else is, and I am not going to electrocute myself by playing in a puddle of water!" We get some help, but the water is turning into sludge. Sighing, I decided maybe I should just move the keyboard to a new place on the stage. I pick it up, turn around and... I am in a different room, facing <PERSON> and listening to the <PERSON> on my mp3 player "No! What the fuck!" I silently ask myself. "What are you playing?" <PERSON> asks. "Just some <PERSON>," I say quietly. "Only, I was just going to turn the sound off, and mash the keys, pretending like I could play, because I cannot actually play any songs yet," I say and do some fancy key-mashing that could totally pass for legit. I wake up. Fragments Talking to my dad and he has a full head of mop-top inspired hair, only he is his age in present time.