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

This dream was pretty cool.

I was in the kitchen of my house, although it looked different. It had black granite countertops, light wooden countertops, and an island in the middle of the room, topped with the same black granite. There was a black modern stove in the middle of two pieces of counter, like most people have in their homes. I looked at the clock and was already more aware than normal. I became lucid as my gaze turned to the clock, and it read 5:8, aligned to the left. There was a space where the third number should have been.

I did my usual simultaneous "yes" and "woohoo", and turned around to face the door, twenty feet or so away, located in the entrance way. I really wanted it to be light outside, unlike previous lucids. This wasn't exactly a false awakening, but I was in my house, and every time I'd exit my house, it would end up being dark outside. However, the lighting in the house was very close to normal, so I was hoping that'd help in keeping the lighting equal. I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting it to be light outside. As the door turned, I became a bit excited because the whole neighborhood was light, as if it were daytime. I slowly walked out the door, expecting my mother to be on the other side, and she was. I ignored her because that was pretty much just a control test, and walked down the driveway and onto the two-lane road. My street's a crescent, so it's a T-shaped road; one large road turns over into a small loop, which was where my house was. There was cars slowly driving by on the road, but in the wrong direction. I recognized this and laughed.

I looked down the crescent and that was when I saw a shiny red truck, similar to an F-150, going down the street, onto the curb, and then onto the front yards, destroying grass.

"Stop!" I shouted to it.

The truck let out a hollow-sounding honk and kept going.

"Where's my control now?" I cursed, upset.

Then I saw a young girl, probably four or five years of age tops, playing with a yellow toy dumptruck in the yard. The truck was heading right towards it.

Should I save her, even if she wasn't real? I didn't want to waste my lucid time doing that. "Fine," I said, somewhat arguing with myself, and ran towards the truck. It began to drive over me when I pushed my hand into the bottom bumper and it shot up into the air, flipping a few times and then landing on its side. Its wheels were still turning as a generic man got out of the trunk... From the bottom of it (not visible because it was overturned and I was on the other side), not using the doors or windows.

I forgot all about the girl and continued to fling and punch out cars as they drove by. My control had returned; if it hadn't, I'd probably have gotten run over.

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:
I'm still going through one of those really long dryspells.
Each dream that I have right now, it's always one of the following.

- No lucidity.
- Low lucidity.
- Lucidity with poor control.
- Lucidity with dark vision.

It's getting on my nerves.

Have another good lucid already!

So, this dream started with me being in an outdoor setting. It was sometime in the afternoon; the sky reflected this because it was slightly darker. I was sitting under a long, rectangular stucco gazebo. It was chocolate brown in color and had windows all around the sides, like a miniature single-room house. There was one white door that led to a very short path, and then parallel to the gazebo was a two-lane road. There were houses surrounding both the gazebo and the road, like a neighborhood.

In the gazebo (which was darker than outside, because it casted shadows and there were no lights on) was a huge cream and light brown area rug; it took up most of the floor space so I couldn't see what the flooring itself looked like. Against one wall was a long beige couch, one of those suede ones. I was sitting down on this couch.

I knew that I was expecting one of my friends to return anytime with a cup of Starbuck's coffee. Although in real life I hate everything Starbucks, apparently I begged her excessively to run to the place and get me something. She returned, opening and closing the door to the gazebo, and walked inside. She gave me a white foam cup with the Starbuck's logo on it. I thanked her, taking the cup.

Then she told me that I owed her a trip to Starbuck's some time over the next few days, for the favor she just did for me. I told her, "why not now? Let's go." And without waiting for her answer, I started to walk towards the door, and I heard her beginning to follow me. When we got outside, it was much darker, so I decided to postpone the trip.

"Tomorrow," I told her.

With that, I became lucid and confirmed the dream state by attempting to push my finger through my palm, having forgotten the nose reality check at the time. As always, I needed to make a bit of an effort to get it through, but I managed. I tried to summon at least five different people, none of them to any avail. I then just decided to take things easier than normal and walk around, exploring the dream world. I looked back at the gazebo and observed the wood. It was extremely realistic, and when I ran my hand over it, I could feel the tiny strips of frayed wood on it.

I also observed that the whole scene had a slight "bloom" effect to it. Bloom effect is like a very subtle glow.

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 walking along the left sidewalk of some neighborhood during the day; there was a flat wooden fence on my left, the road on my right, and then another fence. Beyond the fences were houses and trees. The road didn't have yellow markers on it, as it usually doesn't in my dreams.

Two of my classmates were walking with me. As we walked, two boys passed us on the sidewalk across the street, not looking at us. They were pretty fat! Both were wearing grey t-shirts and baggy jeans, and the one in front was taller than the one walking behind him, who was probably only around four feet. This guy in the back was wearing a brown baseball cap, and rapping or doing some weird thing. One of the people I was walking with came up to me and I recognized her as one of the people I don't like. I mentally questioned why I was with her, but I didn't become lucid.

She said pretty much out loud, "that guy's probably one to shoot you if you start making fun of him," and then continued to make fun of him. "Yo, yo, yo," she added mockingly in a deep voice, louder this time. The boys didn't even look at us even though she was shouting now.