Puffin

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 dream was extremely clear, and I completed the basic July ToTM very early, which is awesome. I didn't get to do much regarding the MDP, because I wasn't thinking clearly about how to change the scenery for it.

It was early in the morning. I was outside, and observed that the sky was slightly darker blue, and I could see yellow and orange tones scattered throughout it, not uniformly gradating from the horizon like the colors would do in real life. For the most part, it wasn't too realistic and looked more like a digital painting. Myself, I was standing on a rather unimportant, low-rise hill (about three feet above ground level); it was exactly like one you'd find along the side of a highway. This hill went along the side of, and curved down toward a fairly small parking lot that was only twenty or so spaces wide, and three or four rows deep. Past this long and rather skinny parking lot was the entrance to an amusement park.

This entrance had a tan-colored stucco exterior, and was very simple in appearance: merely a large, light gray rectangular slab that was sat upon four square pillars, which were made of tan stucco. Between each pillar was a turnstile. Extending from either side of the entrance was a brick wall, probably only six or seven feet tall, with big, neat square holes filled with clear glass, almost like windows. On the other side, you could see rides. I can't remember what kinds I saw when I walked over to the entrance. I walked in between the second and third pillar, not stopping at the kiosk to my right to purchase a ticket. Instead, I kept walking until I was only four or five feet from the brick wall.

I looked down at the ground to see a small square hole. The hole went right down into the ground, arcing slightly forward, until it opened up to the ground on the other side. It was strange, because if you were to look down the hole (which was only twelve or thirteen feet, by one foot, by one foot - very tight to get through!) and looked at the gravelly ground, it was lit rather brightly, as if the other side of the fence dropped off to a small cliff, and the ground I was standing on was actually hanging above another area underneath. The hole was lined by thin metal sheets that somewhat smoothed out the insides of it; it almost looked like the inside of an air duct.

This was the entrance to the park. I knelt down and put my two legs in it; I then used my arms to try and push myself downwards, in a pretty poor attempt to get through. I got a few feet into it, but then stopped at my hips because the thing was just too tight to get my butt through. "This is so freaking stupid," I muttered, and pulled myself out with a bit of effort.

As I turned around, [B]I became lucid and did a nose-plug RC to confirm the dream state. I could breathe; this time, I noticed the air was relatively cool instead of neutral like it usually is. But it wasn't cold outside at all; I couldn't even feel the temperature! Immediately after finishing the reality check, I remembered to do the July Task of the Month. As I walked through the parking lot and back towards the hill, I resolved to summon a harmonica. I used basic dream control tactics and "knew" that I was wearing a hoodie (taking objects out of pant pockets often don't seem to work for me), and I also imagined the feeling of pushing my hand into the right pocket, and the reluctant stretch of the fabric. I expected a harmonica to be there.

I could feel the texture of the shirt pocket as I took out a very plain, all-metal harmonica. It was a fairly flat, rectangular piece of steel with slightly rounded corners and a good number of holes on the side, something like 12 or 14 circular ones. The surface was pretty scratched-up, like how the steel back of an older ipod has those light, shallow scratches. I put it up to my mouth and breathed lightly into it, listening to the sound I generated. The tune was simply four notes blended together nicely. Low tone, medium tone, low, low, and then high. It didn't quite have the harsh sound of a harmonica, but the sound was softer and almost echoed.

"Yeah!" I said excitedly, trying to keep myself from getting too excited. Then, I stopped at the foot of the hill and decided to try and continue the MDP, but then thought better of it. I was nowhere near the location I needed, and my dream-self didn't remember that I could just open a door or fly to the location I needed to be in. I decided to leave that for another dream.

I 'woke up' into a false awakening.