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

It was later in the day, but still light outside. I was in the grassy area of a large park. In the distance I could see small, light grey bike paths. There were trees everywhere, be it evergreens, maples, or whatever, which blocked out some of the light from the sky. I was at a basic picnic table made of wood, and my sister was sitting beside me. There were a few other picnic tables around us, but no one was sitting at them. I decided to get up and look around for precious stones; apparently there were lots of them at this park.

I was a decent distance away from the group of tables when I found a beautiful stone. It was shaped like an egg, except slightly flattened, and it was a light, pale pink color. Around it was some form of polished grey rock, shaped like the outside blades of a beyblade spinning top, except the blades were slightly duller, not as sharp. There were deep grooves in the rock, shaped like broken lines. Because of this, it looked like something ancient. "Should I keep it?" I asked myself, and picked it up. The whole thing, including the stone around it, must have been at least eight inches across and five deep, and must have weighed only two or three pounds.

The dream ended.