Puffin

NOTICE: this is the last dream journal entry I made before leaving Dreamviews for an 11-year hiatus. Newer dream journal entries will have a markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

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

Notes:
This semi-lucid bugged the hell out of me. I was in my room upstairs, lying in bed, and then I heard my dad screaming from downstairs in a terrifying manner. I became semi-lucid, so I just decided to jump out the window and fly away, but I got stuck mid-air. Then I was suddenly in my bed again, with my dad still screaming, but this time from down the hallway outside my room! I flipped out and took a running jump out the window, in an effort to get past my dad. Once again I tried to fly, once again I got stuck, and once again I ended up in my bed, and at that point, I could feel my dad's presence right there in the bedroom. I felt something, presumably my dad, move beside me as I jumped out the window a third and final time.

When I woke up in my bed after the third time, I was scared that I was experiencing another repeat.

This was a total of three false awakenings, which were probably all part of the same dream because of the similar contents.

It was early in the morning; my guess is that the time was around 7:00 AM. I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed; the unusually light and airy duvet cover was up to a little below my chin, and the bedroom was pitch-black. No light whatsoever was coming in from the single window on the wall, which was on the wall opposite of where I was facing: I was on my stomach, my head half-sunk into my pillow but turned towards the door of my room. The door was open, which led to a hallway adjacent to the entrance of my room; if you were to turn left, walk a few feet and turn right, the stairs were right there. They led downstairs to the main level of the house. There was a very, very faint yellow light coming from the hallway, most likely from downstairs, although there was no apparent light source - it was just a faded wash of a slight lighting over the entire room.

In bed I felt very tired, like a stone. I didn't want to get up but I knew that it was time for school, so I slowly pushed the covers back; they bunched up like an accordion - I usually fold them back, but I didn't catch onto the fact that I was dreaming quite yet. It was when I actually stood up that I suddenly became aware enough to question if I was in a dream. I didn't do an RC, but I simply knew that I was asleep at a fairly low level of awareness. I looked at my night table, which was right next to my bed (and therefore beside me once I got out of bed), and noticed I didn't have an alarm clock at all there, even though there should've been one.

I didn't say anything, though.

Moments later, once I was out of bed, I heard my dad in the lower level of the house shouting at me in a very stern, tense voice to "get downstairs!"

This terrified me, and I had this creeping feeling that the dream was going to become a nightmare if I just stood there. So I opened the door of my room a bit more to go through it, and I took a running leap into the hallway. The hallway was adjacent to my bedroom, with the wall opposite of the door only being a half-wall. Past that, if you were to look down, you'd be seeing the first floor. On the wall past this half-wall was a big window, and this is where I jumped into. I leaped onto the half-wall with a big jump and then glided right into the glass; however, I didn't smash it; I merely went through it like a ghost.

It was very dark outside so I couldn't see practically anything, but I was beginning to lose lucidity anyways. I flapped my arms and kicked my legs once I got three or four feet outside the window, which didn't do much - I didn't pick up speed or even move forward that much. I was just suspended.

I woke up in my bed.

Or, did I?

In actuality, I had just entered a false awakening, and it was the same scenario as before. This time, however, my dad's voice didn't come from downstairs, but in the hallway, quite a few feet away from the door of my room. I ran and jumped through the window again, still slightly conscious, but met the same predicament where I was floating, getting nowhere.

I woke up one more time into the dream but this time, my dad's voice was coming from inside my room, which was very dark like before. It was a whisper this time, situated behind me (I was lying on my side facing my room's door again) - I didn't waste any time bolting out of bed and making a total beeline for the window. The same thing happened and at this point, I had just enough awareness left to start freaking out, wondering this time if my dad would be able to reach through the window and grab my foot, pulling me back in...

Then I woke up for real.

I did many reality checks after that P.O.S. dream.

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:
Holy crap. I recalled seven dreams between last night (8 hours) and a nap that I took this afternoon (4 hours). The majority of these dreams were very vivid, but sadly there were no lucids. I'll try to publish them all over the next few days.

It was just beginning to get dark; the sky was a pale mid-blue in color. My father and I were outside on a dark wooden dock, which was slightly rotted from age. This dock was attached to a decently-sized island filled with Mexican-style buildings. We could see indiscernible land all around us in the distance, between this island was in the middle of a lake. The water was dark, not quite black but bordering on it. Near and under the L-shaped dock, it was lighter because the water was shallower. The long part of the dock's "L" shape went onto the land, while the short part went along the side of it, and this part of the dock went out a good eight or nine feet away from the island, sinking down a little bit the further out it went.

There were only three or four people around, and they were a good ways away from the dock. My dad and I walked down the dock and arrived at the edge, looking down into the shallow part of the water, which was a nice turquoise color that gradated from the blacker parts. I could see some sand very faintly at the bottom. My dad decided to go swimming; this is one of the first instances where I can almost completely visualize what someone was wearing: he was wearing jeans with a slight blackness to them, as if he had walked through soot or something, and he was wearing a purple and orange thick-striped shirt with two white buttons on the collar, which was popped. A strange clothing choice, but meh... My subconscious is weird.

He pulled his shirt down a bit, and it seemed to lengthen as he did; it was now halfway down to his knees. A swimsuit of sorts, maybe?

Then, my dad kneeled down and put one leg over the dock at a time, then slowly got into the water. I watched him wade outwards from the dock, but then I saw a few dark - and ridiculously realistic, down to the lighting and textures - shapes floating on the water, heading for him. There were four of them; they were scattered around the water and not really following a line or anything. They were dark, dark green, and shaped exactly like pistachio shells - two curved half-ovals which were only attached on one side, and they had some short lighter green tentacles which reminded me of leeches, but they were slimmer and longer. Their bodies were on top of the tentacles, which fanned out in a circle underneath, and the tentacles probably had a span of only a foot from tip-to-tip.

I called out, "dad, get out of the water!" because I knew these creatures were dangerous. My dad turned around to see them floating towards him. One of them, the closest one, opened its mouth to reveal tiny, razor-sharp black teeth and a larger mussel for a tongue. It swam quickly over to him as he tried to pull himself onto the dock, and he got up, but not before it fastened its tentacles onto his arm and stuck there. The tentacles wrapped around it and wouldn't let go, and he had to try very hard to tear them off. "It's implanting poison into my arm!" my dad said, freaking out. If the tentacles were on his arm more than a few seconds, he would die because poison would seep into his arm.

Two of the tentacles were wrapped around from his left side, while the other two were wrapping from the opposite direction. They looked lighter and more translucent while on his arm, but when I pulled the four tentacles off his arm, with his help, they looked darker. I grabbed the creature by its body and threw it into the water. I saw no marks on his arm, but we were still both very scared.

The dream ended with my dad having a scared look on his face, which looked genuine even though I'd never seen him look like this in real life.

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'm surprised that I didn't become lucid in this one; I'm usually aware in dreams involving my room, or house for that matter...

I was in my bedroom; however, a common theme in many of my dreams is the lack of furniture, and this one was no exception. The only thing in my room was my queen-sized bed which in which the head was right up against the wall; the bed's frame was very modern and square, all made of dark stained wood. There were two short, slightly curved rectangular pieces at the end of the bed that collectively made a headboard. The room itself was dark (there were no windows but I could somehow tell that it was nighttime), but there was light coming from a doorway behind me, slightly illuminating the bedroom with pale yellow. As for myself, I was waiting in front of my bed for my dad to come into my room. He was leaving for a business trip (I'm unsure of the duration or any details of the matter) and he was coming to my room to give me something to eat for the night. Dinner, or something. I stood there for a minute, and then he walked into the room, but I didn't turn around to greet him. He just appeared at my side, and handed me a rectangular block of cheddar cheese, which looked incredibly realistic. It was one of those larger, plastic-sealed blocks that go for fifteen bucks or so at the supermarket.

I looked at it and my dad said, "I'm not sure if this is fresh still, but try it anyways. I'm going now, see you later."

He left the room. At this point, I saw that the package of cheese was open at one end, although it had been completely sealed before, and there was a price sticker containing the price and barcode in the corner. I peeled back the plastic a bit, and took a tiny piece from the corner, no bigger than my pinkie finger. I ate it and it tasted like sour cheese, or cheese mixed with sour milk (except it didn't have that very strong 'tang' to it, which would've been real disgusting).

It was no good to eat, obviously.

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 started in my house. I was in the hallway of the second floor, but one side of this hallway wasn't walled-off, and instead it had a half-wall that overlooked the first floor, which went out from underneath it for another ten feet or so. The walls were beige and the half-wall was topped off with a smooth, rounded section of dark wood. The floors, as they've always been, were hardwood. The first floor must have been twenty feet tall, judging from how high up the second one was.

I was standing up against the half-wall, with my elbows resting on with wood on top. I wanted to leave the house but I knew my dad wouldn't let me; he was in an irritable mood. The tall wall I was facing had a large, vertical rectangular window made of one solid pane of glass. If you were to look below the window, you'd see the front door of the house. It was a set of white double doors with brass doorknobs. I peered over the wall to look down at them; it was fairly dark in the house though, because the lighting was dimmed. Light was coming from a room to the right on the first floor, on the wall adjacent to the one with the door, though. My dad was in that room.

I looked out through the big window and it was clearly nighttime; the sky was pitch-black. The only thing I could see were distant street lights. I did see a two-lane road right in front of my house going perpendicular to it, but that's because it was right near the house.

The dream skipped and I was now downstairs, right in front of the door. Right there, I became lucid. Wanting to avoid a possible scrap with my dad (because the dream had a slightly dark air to it), I called out to him; I sort of knew he was still in the room to the right. The light was still on, too, letting a flood of yellow into the main room, the one I was in.

"Dad," I said, "I'm leaving now! I'll be back in a bit."

I expected him to oblige and simply say 'alright', but that didn't happen. Moments later, I prepared to open the door and summon the indoor "arrivals" terminal of an airport, and that was when I felt an invisible hand on my shoulder. I didn't summon this hand; I'd simply forgotten all about my dad, but the dream obviously had other ideas. The hand freaked me out slightly but I shoved it off, saying, "dad, this is a dream and you have no business doing that. Get lost." I kept my cool because I was aware enough that I was dreaming, and that nothing could hurt me.

"You're not leaving!" I heard him shout from the other room; his voice sounded hollow but not echoey at all. I gathered up my visualizations again and was about to open the door, when the floor gave way. It split in two, and I could hear the hardwood snap as I plunged right-side up into blackness.

Okay, so I was pretty much totally unnerved now, but I still managed to keep my charade going. "What did I say?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I fell down through the blackness. I crossed my arms. "Put me back, NOW!"

The lack of visual input must have been what caused the dream to end.

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 had just woken up for the morning and it was pretty early; I'm guessing it was the time that people get up for school or work. I was walking towards a table in the middle of a kitchen, where my father and sister were sitting.

The table was a circular, dark brown wooden one, not that polished, with a few slight imperfections. The chairs were cheap metal ones with the soft plastic seats and backs. The rest of the kitchen was pretty tight; it was almost like your basic kitchen with plain walls and stuff. The space was shaped like a fat rectangle, and on three walls were counters and wall cabinets. The table was positioned in the middle of the room, with barely any room to move the chairs because it was so packed in.

Light was pouring through a large window at the end of the room, on one of the two shorter walls.

I walked towards the table and sat down. Apparently in the dream, every time I woke up in the morning, I'd look like a different person.

Today, my sister said, "hey, good morning Zac Efron."

I looked at myself. I was wearing men's pants and a baggy, dark pale blue shirt. I looked in a fairly large plain mirror that magically appeared on the table, and my suspicions were confirmed. Great, I thought, disappointed by what I saw. "I was hoping for someone a bit more attractive," I said, half exasperated and half humorously.

My dad laughed.

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 have no idea what time of day it was, because I was in a building with my father. We were in a dimly lit room, probably around 30x30 feet with fairly high ceilings, but not high enough to make the room feel too spacious. There were very dark shadows cast along the upper edges of the room, and the walls were a darker warm color.

Stretching across the entire length of the room, parallel to the walls, was a black fissure; whoever fell into it would disappear into nothingness. Suspended across this fissure was a wooden bridge going a good five or so feet above it. The bridge looked brand-new, except for the fact that it didn't look polished or shiny. Under this bridge was a hollow square box made of wood; one could climb through it and go across the fissure, emerging on the other side. The box wasn't dark or shadowed inside because it was only a few feet across, the same width as the fissure. There were a few other tight tunnels going in different directions; one went diagonally up over the top of the bridge and down again onto the other side of the fissure. Inside this tunnel it was very tight, only two feet worth of space across. There were thin panels of wood placed horizontally in this tunnel that you could grab onto and step on to climb up it, and then down again.

My dad went in that tunnel, having to squeeze in as if it were a claustrophobic underground cavern. I went in next and once I got my whole body in, the dream skipped.

I was now on a square wooden platform on one side of the bridge, the other tunnel still being there. The platform was a few feet across both ways, and there was another rectangular piece sticking out of it. On the end of this piece was a beveled, pale blue arrow pointing to the other side of the fissure. There was a structure on the other side, the same height as the platform I was on, and it was four or five feet away. I had to jump to get to it, and "I'd win the game". Hmm.

I jumped in an effort to get to the other platform, and the dream slowed down a bit. Slow-motion-like, I fell into the fissure. After a brief moment of falling, I suddenly stopped and began floating. A skinny dark tan hand appeared, five fingers I believe, and it had longer black pointed nails. It wasn't dangerous in the dream, but it did tap me and tickle me a bit. I curled up and put my arms and hands against my ribcage, because that's where I was (and am) the most ticklish.

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

This dream went in two different directions.

The first part of it involved me sitting in a classroom. The walls were white, the desks polished light tan with skinny round metal legs, and the chairs I can't remember the appearance of. The room was a normal classroom size, enough to fit twenty desks in.

The desks were arranged in a circle, and the chairs were on the outside facing in. There was only me, one of my friends, and a teacher (who also happened to be my English teacher) in the room. He was older, probably fifty years old, and had slightly longer hair. I had put some sort of strong glue on his chair before he sat down, and I was awaiting the time when he'd try to get up! My goal for school that year was to prank every teacher I have classes with.

My friend was sitting across the room, and we were sending minute signals back and forth to each other regarding the glue.

The dream changed and this time, I was outside; it was around noon and the sky was clear. I was a guy (which surprised me when I woke up, I've never been one before) and my fiancee wasn't allowed to go out with me because of her strict father. She wasn't necessarily upper class or anything, so I'm still not sure how that reasoned out to the dream. Anyways, she was leaving town with her mother and father. Her appearance was similar to Rachel McAdam's character in the Notebook.

The area was set in an earlier time period with hilly cobblestone paths and lots of tall grass along the sides. The house looked modern but with flat stones instead of bricks on the sides. The house wasn't propped up on a foundation, and instead was right on the ground.

There was a black carriage outside; two people would sit in the front, the one on the left would control the horses. There was a space in the back for my girlfriend, and she got in, along with her parents who sat in the front. I had put strong glue on the front seat earlier, right where her father sat down. As the carriage began to drive away, I waved and started laughing because of the irony. She too started laughing and jumped off, running towards me without a suitcase or bag.

We didn't kiss, (that would have been awkward...), but I heard the carriage driving away into the distance. The last thing I heard was her father exclaim, "I'm stuck to the seat!"