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 had two dreams last night. The first was this fragment, and the second was a frightening semi-lucid with terrible control that I didn't record. The contents of this dream probably happened because I saw a grey Lamborghini, red Ferarri, and black Corvette parked along the sidewalk yesterday.

It was getting dark outside, sometime in the evening but the sky was still a lighter shade of blue. I was in some sort of tight Italian alley, with tan and grey cobblestones for a pathway, and old-fashioned buildings on both sides; they were the kind you'd always see in tourist photos and advertisements. There was a shorter grey metal rod sticking out the side of each building, about ten feet up (the buildings themselves must have been two stories each, at around 15 feet tall; they were also attached to one another in two big strips along the sides of the alley). From each rod hung a straw basket filled with small red flowers.

I was standing up against one building near the end of the alley, waiting for my sister to come pick me up from somewhere. I looked down the alley, but I don't remember seeing anything substantial at the end. I'm pretty sure it was just a blur of lights and something like a road. I then saw my sister come around the corner and pull up to where I was standing. She looked a bit older than she really is, about seventeen or eighteen, and was in a white Lamborghini Gallardo. It was very similar to what the real car looks like. The paint job, however, was a smooth matte white - it was the same as a regular white paint covering, but the car wasn't shiny and reflective.

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 late at night. The street lights on the road were dim, not bright like they should have been. My father was driving his car, a black 2009 Infiniti with cherry accents inside the interior, at around forty miles an hour down this two-lane road. I was in the passenger seat.

After a few moments of silence, I began to talk about hallucinogens.

"I can enter a state of sleep paralysis using them," I told him. "It's pretty cool. You should try them sometime."

I've never used hallucinogens before and don't plan to. But this dream fragment still shocked me a little bit!

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:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke up.

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 a car, sitting in the passenger seat. One of my classmates was in the driver's seat; this girl wasn't very nice in real life and extremely careless about what she does and says. This carried over into the dream.

We were driving onto a generic concrete bridge with two divided lanes, and an extra lane on either side for parked vehicles. There were only parked cars along the sides, and no other cars driving the opposite direction. It was just us and our own car. We were driving and then, my classmate pulled out her phone and looked away from the road, checking something. It was about eye level and she was squinting to see what it said. I can't remember the exact color or shape of the phone, but it did have a screen that took up half the front of the phone itself, like a blackberry.

She began to swerve to the left, into the other lane, and then hit a parked car. I quickly grabbed the wheel, because she was being so slow to react, and steered away. She looked at the road, then at me for a second, almost freaked out, then laughed and continued to text. I was so nervous, and I knew we were going to have an accident if she continued. I took the wheel when she was looking at her phone and suddenly turned it all the way to the right, into the rail of the bridge. "Oh, would you look what your texting did," I said scornfully. She hit my hand and said, "Don't, this is my dad's!" in an angry manner.

She then put her phone down and looked at the road. We were now off the bridge and going towards an underpass. There was a large white truck driving next to us, but a bit further away, as if the lane was fairly wide.

The dream ended.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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:
This is probably, by far, the longest dream I've ever had!

I cannot remember exactly how this dream began, although I do know that I was in a mall setting. The floor was made of large smoky tiles, the walls white. The lights were dim, as if it had just shut down for the night, and outside it was dark; I could tell this because the triangular ceiling consisted of transparent glass panels. I was standing beside Will Graham, a character from the film Red Dragon (probably because I'd watched that movie the night before), and we were facing two other people, both of which were my classmates and good friends from school. We made a square, each of us at one point. There was another man sporting a suit and a long navy tie, positioned ten or twelve feet away from us, and was presumably the announcer of this each-man-for-themselves "duel". He began to speak.

"Each of you have been given a special power to use in this fight." As he spoke, Will stepped away and backed up against the wall, holding his hands up. "I'm not going to do this," he said. "I'm nervous." The remaining three of us continued to listen. "Puffin gets invulnerability." And then he pointed to my two friends consecutively. "You have the ability to run fast, and you have the ability to control electricity. Good luck." With that, he backed away and sat cross-legged on the floor beside Will, who was still standing. For some reason, I knelt down onto the ground and waited for the other two to charge at me. After a few moments of silence, they finally did. The fight itself was really just basic hand-to-hand combat, and no one used their powers. But I did get punched in the nose and didn't get hurt.

The next instant, I found myself in my bed with a white duvet pulled almost completely over me, my eyes already open. "Must have been a dream," I said to myself, and got up. The room wasn't my actual bedroom, but it was pretty large, around fourteen by fourteen feet, with soft tan carpet and light pink walls. I walked to the door, which had a white paint job, and opened it. The door led to a room with the same carpet, but it was much smaller and had a large flatscreen television on a black wooden desk. There was an ipod nano plugged in somewhere (I could see the cord and the device), and the computer screen was on but I can't recall what was on it. There was a cylindrical white garbage bin under the desk with a bunch of stuff in it; on top was the legible wrapper for a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar.

"We have these?" I asked. Someone had obviously eaten it, so I immediately went to our horizontal white freezer, which was in the same room right next to the door. I opened it and didn't feel any cold temperatures, but instead saw a cardboard box with the same type of label among other freezer foods. There were a few bars left, so I pulled one out and opened it. The bar looked exactly like the above picture. I took a bite and didn't taste strawberry filling, but something else. It took a few moments to realize what flavor it was. "Blueberry?" I said, surprised. "Gross". I looked where I took the bite and there was blue filling, not pink or red. I turned around to face the computer again, and there was another white door right beside it. I opened it and saw that it led into the street. I was facing a four-lane street with broken yellow dividers; cars ran along them at highway speeds. I stepped out of the door and looked around; around me were large city buildings that looked like ones a banking or insurance company would own, all with large glass windows. There were small buildings too, and I noted a convenience store that had a logo like 7-Eleven but didn't pay any more attention to it. I was only a few feet from the door I just walked through, when someone stepped beside me. I turned my head and was looking at a teenage boy, around seventeen years of age, with short brown hair. He was wearing an olive green t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "you're the only one that can do this. No one else will listen to me."

...Or something like that.

At that moment, I knew what I was looking for: a large car that looked like an Porsche 918 Spyder, except it was twice the size, covered with custom armor, and was carrying an atomic bomb. It was being driven by a heavily armed, schizophrenic man.

I looked at the cars rushing by on the highway, and began to run towards them. I took a huge leap, landing on top of a car that looked like an Audi R8 and crushing the front hood. I recoiled slightly from the landing and then heard a quiet exclamation from a man inside the car. But I didn't care, his car could be replaced. The world couldn't be. The car I landed on was still moving, just slower than the other vehicles now, and I jumped again, this time into the middle of traffic, contacting the pavement. I looked behind me and saw cars about to run me over, so I faced the direction of travel and began to run alongside traffic, in between lanes so I wouldn't get run over. After a while of running with the traffic at inhumane speeds, I heard the sound of a speeding engine. Still running, I looked behind me to see a large, generic black car rushing towards me, knocking out cars in its way as if they were made of plastic. It came up to me and I crouched down, pressing up with great force as it began to run me over. It flew into the air, a good hundred feet, and contacted the side of a tall business building. I looked at my hands and was covered in dirt, and I smelled blood. It wasn't coming from me though, I knew, so I continued to walk down the street. The vehicles on the road kept their distance from me now, slowing down practically to a crawl and moving in a uniform speed.

I kept walking for the next few minutes, occasionally looking up at the sky that was filled with thick clouds. There was no sun appearing today.

The road then ended. Cars that were travelling along this road with me disappeared, and at the end of the strip was a rectangular single-story building with a dark green stucco exterior. It had a single large, square-shaped wooden door. I heard muffled thrashing inside the building, as if someone was banging on the walls with a large object, trying to get out. I gathered myself and rammed into the door, breaking it down. But as I did, something huge broke through the walls and door, and zoomed right over top of my head. It was the massive car; I could see a large hockey puck-shaped piece of metal on the top of it. I looked back at the building, which was nearly totalled from the car. Then my gaze returned to the threat. I was determined to stop it.

I couldn't see the man, neither inside or outside the car, so I'd be spared gunshots and injury; for the most part anyways. I quickly walked towards the car, and music began to play in the background of the dream. I'd never heard an actual song playing in a dream before, so this was different. It was the distorted tune of Dani California, a song I listened to the night before this dream happened. When I got in close proximity, I hurled myself at the car and punched it, creating a huge hole and causing it to fly away from me a few feet. I continued to do this, beating the metal up. Each blow I delt, the car became more and more unrecognizeable. But hello, what about the bomb?

By now, the car was the consistency of a crumpled piece of paper. I backed up a few feet and then ran at it as fast as I could, landing one final hit. The car blasted away into the side of a semi truck and there was a massive explosion, mostly smoke but there was fire as well. It wasn't from the bomb, just the impact of the car against the truck. And I knew that the bomb was now deactivated (somehow). I'd find the man behind this someday.

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 behind a square piece of hedge on the lawn of a rather modern-looking house; the exterior was saturated tan stucco with sienna brown accents, and the driveway was two flat slabs of yellow-tinted concrete. The location must have been set in a desert because the sky was blue and there wasn't much grass on the ground. I could see everything around me, even though it was fairly dark outside.

I was looking at a man who was walking along the driveway. His name is Hank, a character from the AMC series Breaking Bad; he was wearing a black jacket, slightly baggy, and blue jeans. I saw a flash of a salmon-colored shirt underneath, where the jacket was unzipped. He looked the same as the image below, but obviously with different clothing.

The car was red and fairly rusty; it looked like a van made in the 80's with sharper corners and less curves. There was a thin panel of polished wood placed horizontally around the vehicle as an accent.

He got into the car without opening the door; instead, he slipped through the open window which was slightly larger than it should've been. He turned the car on with an exaggerated twist of his arm, turning the key, and began to back up. I moved along the hedge as the car backed up, and then pulled out a cell phone. Without dialing any numbers, I immediately began to speak into it. "He's here," I spoke into the phone.

A pigeon appeared beside me; it was light gray and had black speckles all over its wings, as if someone had dusted it with pepper. It had the same cell phone stuck to the side of its head, without being propped up by anything. But it didn't speak, it just walked along the ground and disappeared on the other side of the hedge.

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 at a dock. It was an ordinary, wooden dock that actually looked fairly brand-new, and there were a few boats stationed around it, facing out towards a vast sea. I was looking out towards it too, at the end of the dock. Behind me was a large land mass filled with houses and other buildings, and trees. It almost reminded me of Orlando, Florida.

I wanted to take a boat ride, but all the boats weren't touching the dock, so I couldn't get inside any of them. I looked at one, a white boat with a thin blue stripe going horizontally across it, and pulled it in with my hands, using an invisible rope. I saw its wake as the boat came towards me with surprising speed. I stopped gesturing as if I were holding a rope, and now I gestured randomly with my hand to make it turn, Transformers-style, into a super futuristic boat.

That didn't work, though; nothing happened.

I ditched the boat because I had now lost interest, and saw a vehicle parked where the dock began. It almost looked like a Honda Element, but the body was curved and the rear end of the car was box-like. It's difficult to explain. The car had a silver paint job. I looked it up and down and got inside.

Now I was watching from a third-person perspective. I thought the car looked horrid now, so I looked away and looked back, expecting it to be cooler. It changed a bit and was now more curvy and futuristic, but not quite. I looked away and back again, and it was now really boxy. It had the Hummer logo on the side, and it looked exactly the same as the real thing. But the model was "5", a non-existent number for Hummer.

It was like this except with the number 5.

The dream skipped forward and I was now back at the dock, but not on it: I was on a beach, and the dock was situated a few feet away. The water looked crystal clear and I could see dolphins coming up for air. I decided to try diving without a scuba mask, so I imagined I could breathe underwater, and I submerged myself. The water was only a few feet deep, so I didn't get all of myself under. When I was underneath the surface, I could breathe normally. I saw a dolphin looking at me, and it wasn't moving at all. I also couldn't move, myself. I came back up.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

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

This dream was pretty realistic for the most part. I was in a classroom with a few of my friends, and we were all working on homework. I knew that it was after school hours, and we were hanging out because we didn't have a ride home yet. I was sitting at a larger rectangular desk (which was made of dark brown wood, slightly polished), and was working on a computer. A phone rang next to the computer as I worked, and I picked it up after letting it ring for a few seconds. I heard an indiscernible voice say that my friends and I would have to stay in the classroom for the night. I said "okay" and hung up.

After I worked on my project for a little while, one of my friends casually walked up to me and asked, "hey, do you have any movies here that we can watch?"

I answered "yeah, but you might not like any of them". The films I like, both in the dream and in real life are very good, but aren't exactly what everyone else likes; no High School Musical, Demi Lovato, or Justin Bieber-like stuff, please. I pulled out a shoebox filled with movies from underneath my desk, and gave it to her. She flipped through the movies and halfway through, she gave them back. "You're right, there isn't anything there," she told me. I took the box of movies back and glanced at them before putting them back under my desk. I caught a glimpse of American History X, Marley and Me, and Avatar; the cases looked the same as they did in real life.

I put my hand on the computer mouse and as I did, my friend peered under my desk. I did the same and saw three art books. One was evergreen with black coils, and two were yellow with slightly grainier pages. I have all three of these books in real life. She pulled the green one out and began to open it. I put my hand on it, closing it shut, and she laughed a bit, trying to pry it open. By then, I had both hands around it, keeping it shut, and told her, "you can't see that, so please don't look inside. There's artwork, but I also have private journal entries and stuff in there."

She let go of it, and I put it back underneath the desk, sighing in relief to myself.

In the next part of the dream (regardless of the earlier message that I wasn't able to leave the classroom), I was indeed exiting it. When I went through the door, I didn't emerge into the hallway like I should have, but into the den of my house. A den is like a work area.

This den had dark cherry hardwood floor, beige walls, and an L-shaped desk, slightly lighter wood than the floor itself. There were cabinets with silver handles along the wall, and a purple chair that had wheels so it could roll along the floor. There was no other rooms to enter once I got into the den; it was a dead end. I became aware that I was dreaming, and could feel most of myself mentally there. I looked around to observe the area a bit, and then pondered how I could get out of the room so I could ride a 2010 Camaro. A flying one, actually; that was one of my current dream goals.

The lights became unnoticeably became dim in the room, and I only noticed until they were almost completely out. I also noticed, through a window with the blinds pulled all the way up, that it was dark outside. Nighttime. I looked away from the window and back again, and it became lighter outside, but it still looked like nighttime. I verbally said, "increase lighting now" and the outside got lighter, one bit at a time, like upping the brightness of an image on Photoshop. I smashed a hole through the window and emerged into the backyard of the house. The grass was green, and there was a brand new wooden fence surrounding the house. Past the fence, there was a small lake, and that was surrounded by other houses.

I summoned a Camaro in the backyard; it was yellow like the one in the picture above. It had a more exaggerated style than in the picture, though, but it still looked really cool. I got inside after having to pry the front door open, because it was sticking a bit. Inside the fabric was black (not leather), and the clutch looked twice as small as I'd have liked. Nevertheless, I pulled it back and expected where it was to cause the car to get into drive. It worked, and the car started, but the sound was muffled. I then pushed my foot on the gas without holding onto the wheel, and expected the car to fly up gradually. The car only went forward on the ground though, and smashed into the fence.