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:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

It was dusk. There was a somewhat light blue colour on the horizon, which faded into black the higher up you looked. I was in the middle of a battlefield, and there was a huge amount of debris on the ground - there were so many large, snapped planks of wood, metal pieces, shards, and other garbage everywhere that you almost couldn't even see what was underneath. Larger piles of this debris here and there formed a hilly landscape, and you could see tiny, tiny pieces of paper, metal and dust floating around in the air, but the air wasn't filled to the point of suffocation, or even to the point there would be a haze of it everywhere. The ground that was visible had a paler brown and earthy color to it, with the exception of some silver/grey metals scattered around.

There were some decrepit city skyscrapers scattered throughout the area, some closer together but others farther apart. They had large holes blown out of them, crumbling and looking like they were going to collapse. In front of two buildings right next to each other was a larger hill that was angled at a higher degree from the ground than the other hills, and on top were a few exploded cars - grey and black in color - and some burnt suede couches that were pale tan. The entire hill was raised a good ten feet from the ground, and it was thirty feet or so in diameter. At the base, just where it began to rise up off the ground, was a dummy like one would find in a crash test site. It had a plastic bag over it, which was molded to its shape. In its chest was a hole, and in it was what someone would normally have in a chest cavity - some ribs, lungs, and the heart.

However, the heart was light pink in color, and it there was only half of it. Instead of being able to see inside the atria and ventricles, however, they were just covered with muscle as if there was only half of a heart to begin with; as if it wasn't cut at all. Where each atria was, there was a tiny hole, almost like a slit. The heart was beating weakly and I knew that it belonged to a person who I had to deliver it to, so I pulled the heart out and it came out easily, with a few pale yellow tendons holding it back. I put it on the ground and noticed that whenever the heart beated, a very small amount of blood came out of each slit on the atria. I grabbed a plastic syringe from my jacket (which happened to be a brown leather one) pocket, and I saw that it was filled with clear fluid. I knew that this was medicine that I had to put into the heart, so I took the syringe and pressed some medicine out over each atria.

That's all I can remember in this fragment.

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:
My reason for the lack of lucids and quality dreams lately is probably exams.

In this dream, I was in my bedroom. My room is fairly square with beige walls, and located in the lower level of my house. Two adjacent walls each have a small rectangular window, probably only two or three feet across and a foot tall, trimmed with white. On the other wall, there is a closet that has been taken out to create more space in the room. The wall inside is painted a lighter, almost minty green. The lighting in the room is dimmed but not uncomfortably dark.

I was in the section where the closet was taken out; in the middle up against the wall, there was my dresser. It was polished wood, and had a tryptic-type mirror with three pieces, the middle one being the largest. I looked in the mirror for a brief second and then at the remnants of a flower, sitting on my dresser. In real life, I own my own white and pink orchid, which hasn't been doing too well as of late. In the dream, there was nothing left of it - literally - the stem and pot were nowhere to be found... Except for some darkly colored, pale and crisp petals that were sitting on the dresser. I picked them up and crunched them in my hand; I then picked up a black garbage bag that suddenly appeared beside me and put the petals in. There was nothing in the bag except for the petals.

The dream ended - my alarm clock woke me up for my Biology exam.