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-Email quote: "Depending on the financial institutions involved it can take up to 2 weeks before the payment is received."-

I managed to become lucid in another dream. Woo! Although I became so lucid that I actually couldn't think of anything really interesting to do except jump (it didn't become flying, I just floated slower on the descent) and roll around on the floor like a little kid. Funny how my "stupid brain" is much more creative in this regard; it can't tell I'm asleep but it sure as heek can make up adventures.

I'm noticing a trend in the dreams that become lucid. In nearly all of them, I am staring at a bathroom mirror. Now, I don't know whether this causes me to become lucid because I've done it before in the same location, or whether looking at myself makes me think more critically about reality (why?). In this particular case, I was looking at the mirror and there were nubs of metal embedded in it. Then I realized that I couldn't remember the nubs being installed, and it clicked for me.

But often, it's not even something concrete. I'll merely be looking in the mirror and realize that I'm dreaming for no one reason. The only thing is, I have to be looking at the mirror, not just in a room that contains a mirror in real life.

I do remember to do reality checks slightly more often around mirrors, but only in real life. I don't think I have ever become lucid by methodically setting out to do a reality check. The history continuity check that I did in this last dream wasn't about checking reality. It was just my brain wandering around, like it usually does, and happening to fall on that subject.

Perhaps all I have to do is question real life more -- not its reality, but just generally -- and I'll question reality more in dreams.

Reality check. And concentrate on rooms with mirrors.

at/q

-Creepy quote: "I am your neighbor; I can see you / I have these blinds that I peek through" (Neighbour, Mother Mother)-

As often happens, I had a succession of really strange dreams packed into one night this week. First, I was driving a walk-in closet around the bedroom. Yes, a walk-in closet. Then I had another dream where I was a gymnast (in case you're wondering: never gonna happen) doing an exhibition over a vat of lava. Being genre-saavy, I realized that since my team was the underdog, I was going to win spectacularly, so I added steps to my routine. The other team cheated anyway, they had this yellow paint on their costumes that was massively heat resistant -- one or two of them touched down on the lava without taking any damage. The medals for the event were made of painted wood and shaped like very large M&Ms.

At the risk of writing a downer post, I have decided (as of yesterday) that it is impossible to say that I have had a terrible day unless (1) someone dies or (2) the washing machine breaks mid-cycle, leaving me with a sopping mass of clothes and bedding which must now be hauled upstairs and washed in the bathtub, wrung out by hand, and run through two and a half dryer cycles to compensate for the fact that hand-wringing is nowhere near as effective as modern technology. Also, getting to bed 6 hours past my usual time because the bedding was taking so long to dry, finally stopping at the stage where the bedding is mostly dry but with a patch of dampness in the center.

I am fairly certain that someday I will avert nuclear holocaust by standing near the path of the bomb. When it gets within a certain distance of me and my Rays of Worldbreaking, the trigger mechanism will suddenly fail and the earth will be saved.

I'm sure I will then look back on these days with fondness. But for now, mysteriously damaging everything within a 2-foot radius of me (without even touching it, often) does get annoying.

Reality check. Fingers apparently count too.

7tqa

-Error quote: "The server encountered an internal error () that prevented it from fulfilling this request."-

In one of my dreams this week, I was not only getting a new car; I was getting a large sphere on which to drive it. No, I don't mean the earth. I mean a large, painted sphere that would apparently roll down the street underneath me. Only in dreams...

I think I will be mysterious today and advertise my clothing shop. The only catch? All you will get is tiny pictures of some of the products. It'll be your web game of the day.

Reality check. Hint: Try starting by figuring out the urls of the images.

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-Crazy quote: "The eyes of the flounder fish were relocated, why were yours relocated? Your opposite eyes were moved to 1 corner to overlay for single perspective, but that corrupts your Opposite Brain."-

Most interesting dream this week was the dream within a dream (pronounce like that guy in Princess Bride for full effect). I missed my flight, except I really didn't because 1) I was dreaming it and 2) I was dreaming that I was dreaming that.

Amusing pastime: finding the "personality disorders" you possess by the eminently scientific [that plinking sound you hear? Sarcasm dripping] method of online personality quizzes.

As it turns out, I'm mildly schizoid.

Reality check. At least I'm not Gene Ray.