Puffin

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I've been going on ebay and kijiji a lot over the past few days, mainly to set up accounts for selling my artwork.

All I can remember about this dream is that I was in front of some computer, and joined an art forum that had the same color scheme, except lighter blues, as Dreamviews. People would post their artwork in threads and ask people to rate them. I made a post in the newbie forum, and apparently I'd joined a few years back but didn't remember it. People said welcome back and stuff (even though my username was probably different). On the main page of the forum, there was a sidebar that said "site leaders", and there were three different icons of dragon heads; next to each image was one name.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It was mid-day and I was in a small dark-lit room, sitting in front of the computer. This computer was around 20" large, and was black, but the screen was on, and this was the only time a computer's ever worked in my dreams.

I was on a very popular art site that had a dark gray background and a black strip in the middle, where posts are made. I had put a piece of my artwork up a few days earlier; it was of the style I actually draw with, as you can see below. It didn't look exactly like it, but the style was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the dragon I posted online had more little details, and white circles bordered by black around the face.

I was going back on the site and refreshed the page. Although most of the text was illegible, the page worked normally. I scrolled down to where my entry was, and I looked at it briefly. I then scrolled some more and found a piece almost exactly like mine, with slightly wobblier lines and even more circles and details. It looked like a very obvious rip-off. I squinted slightly and looked underneath the submission, and read "Justin Beiber".

The little jerk, I thought.

I immediately put my mouse over his name, which became underlined and highlighted in baby blue. Clicking on it brought me to a page with a white text box, most likely to submit a comment. I began to type, being cautious not to sound too nasty, although I was steaming that some famous person would put their reputation on the line like that.

I typed, "I need to speak to you about your latest submission" before the dream ended.

I forgot about the dream for almost half a day before suddenly remembering it, and so I made sure to type it down as soon as I could.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in the art room of my school. It was a large rectangular room with white brick walls, solid light gray flooring, and large windows paneling along one of the long walls. There were very long desks going from one long side of the room to the other. On one end of the room against the shorter wall, there were plastic tubs and black racks with students' artwork, scrap paper, scissors, and possibly anything else you could imagine. In real life, our art teacher isn't that organized, and this reflected somewhat in the dream.

There were many students sitting in chairs at the desks; some I recognized and others I didn't. We were making feather cutouts out of paper at first. I was at a desk too; one of my friends was sitting across from me. I had to get some more tan paper though, because I had accidentally cut mine too much with a pair of scissors. I went to the back of the room where the artwork and scraps were, and I saw one of my friends cutting a certain size of paper with the paper cutter. I needed to use it, so I stood and waited for her to finish.

She turned around and handed me one of two pieces she cut, smiling a bit but not saying anything. "Thanks," I told her and started to head back to my spot.

I must have gone down the wrong row, because my friend was two desks away from me. She waved and mouthed something like "over here". I pointed underneath the desk and rolled my eyes, popping down underneath it, and then ground-hogging back up on the other side. I did this twice and I was back at my spot; half the class was laughing. When I was underneath the second desk, there was a sudden, random flash of the Game Boy Color logo.

Once I got back to my desk, I began to hear people talking about lucid dreaming. They were discussing induction techniques as I colored in the edges of the sheet of paper with brown to make the edges of a map.