Puffin

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

Notes:
This was a brief false awakening that resulted from a non-WBTB WILD.

I was lying on my side in bed, and the bedroom was very dark. I rolled onto my back with an uncannily small amount of effort that made me feel weightless, and then, I saw a shadowed figure sitting beside me, looking down at me. It was so cloaked in shadow that I couldn't see any details including its face; all I could see was a dark, person-shaped entity. It unsettled me and I didn't want the dream to go in a nightmare direction, so I reached out to put my hand on its shoulder and casually said, "hey, how's it going?". It smiled, revealing a mouth full of teeth that were very long and ratlike. Its teeth were the only thing I could see within the darkness of its face, and while the smile didn't seem malicious, the teeth made me even more unsettled than before. Despite my discomfort, the dream still felt like it couldn't decide whether it wanted to become a nightmare or stay neutral. The dream ended.

NOTICE: this is my first dream journal entry upon returning to Dreamviews after an 11-year hiatus. All the dream journal entries earlier than this were published in 2012 and earlier, and will have markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

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: DILD.
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 large room, probably around 150x150 feet, that had very high ceilings. The walls were almost non-existent, as there were massive panes of glass to act as windows which substituted the need for walls. The floor was pale blue tile, and once you put all this together, it looked like an indoor community pool area.

However, there wasn't the typical pool in the center of the room.

There was an upside-down cone-shaped structure that was olive green in color, with four accents of dark blue metal strips around the sides. It was probably around twenty feet tall, and made of thick steel, but it was hollow in the middle. The cone was filled with water, leaving only seven or eight feet of empty space above the surface. This is where I, along with four friends of mine, were clutching, spaced out evenly. We were holding onto the sides because as we climbed into the cone, the actual handles retreated so we didn't have anything else to hold onto (this wasn't shown in the dream, but I just knew).

We were playing another game in a series of challenges. We were supposed to defeat a creature that was swimming in the water below us. It was pale pink and had blurry black spots all over its body, but I couldn't tell this until it actually surfaced.

We were holding on for a few moments, looking at each other, when it suddenly surfaced, only coming a few feet above the water. Because of this, we could only see its backside. A few moments later, its back appeared out of the water again and it lashed out with a massive claw. After it did this, its head appeared for a few instances but I didn't see its face. It continued to do this, traveling along the side of the cone in the water. I found the pattern easily, while the others were just standing in confusion.

"You have to jump on its head once it swipes," I told one of my friends, the one who it was coming up to next. She nodded, but when the creature came around, she only dodged its claw and didn't jump. "I'm scared!" she told me, and I did a facepalm.

"I'll do it then," I muttered. When the creature came around to my side of the cone and once it finished lashing out, I pushed myself off the side and onto its head. I bounced off slightly and ended up catching the side of the cone again, and the creature recoiled, going back into the water. I heard a congratulatory beep.

The dream ended.