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:
When I woke up after this dream, I looked for the invitation for like five minutes because I was still half-asleep. Then I realized the whole thing had been a dream. I was so pissed off at my subconscious for even suggesting I could actually go to see this movie, let alone meet Michael Fassbender.

I was in some kind of small, square-shaped room, the kind one might find in a museum or government building. The design of the room gave off a bit of a Greek or Roman vibe, but there were some modern components too if that makes sense. At one end of the room, there was a stage. I knew it was night time, because the pitch-black sky was visible through a large square pane of glass in the ceiling. The inside of the building wasn't lit very well, with only a few small flush ceiling lights that faded out towards the floor.

I was walking toward one of my friends, who was sitting on the steps of the stage; they were holding a piece of paper in their hands and looking at it. I got closer, now about five feet away from them, and they got up, starting to walk toward me.

"What is that?" I asked them, curious.

They gave me the paper and as I took it, they said something to me, but I didn't understand what they said - it was as if they spoke and I recognized that they were speaking, but my brain didn't internalize the specific words, just the meaning of them. I replied normally though. "What?" I said, incredulously. From my reply and my mindset, I knew my friend had just handed me an invitation to a free screening of the 2011 movie Shame, with Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan. It was also the type of screening where you could meet the actors - not just a quick signing, but actually meet them and talk with them for a while. I was very excited.

I said to my friend, "I'm guessing you can't go to this, so could I maybe go instead? I mean, you can't because you're under eighteen, so..."

The movie is NC-17 in real life, so absolutely no one under eighteen is allowed admission. The funny thing was, I'm only seventeen in real life too, but I wasn't aware of this in the dream. For some reason, I believed that I would be able to get admission.

"No, you can have it," they told me.

I glanced down at the paper held it closer. The printed text was very small, probably 8-point font. It looked like a resume without that much spacing between four-or-five line paragraphs, and it had some bolded words in capitals here and there. At the very top, I remember specifically reading "2011 - Festival Screening of Shame".

I jumped for joy and said excitedly, "thank you, thank you! This is awesome!"

Sometime during this, the dream ended.

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 drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

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

Attempt at a shared dream with Mancon.
Click here for his entry.

There was much more to this dream, but I can't remember what. From the part I remember, it was nighttime, and I was at the bottom of a sheer cliff. This cliff was probably only 100 feet tall, and it was made of dark brown rock. In front of me stretched an ocean of very dark water; the sky was fairly dark, but not like it would be in the middle of the night. This darkness gradated to a lighter, almost green-blue at the horizon, where the water was. I was standing on a smooth, mint green piece of 'land' that had a wavy edge on one side. There were ripples of white in it, and the entire thing was shiny. I stepped on it and the land cracked into three pieces; two of them were large and the other piece was rather small. I don't remember what happened after that; I know that I didn't end up going in the water, though.

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

Notes:
I remembered two dreams last night, one of which is this entry. (I'll finish typing up the other one in the morning.) This dream was another cool lucid, if not a low-level one. I did some more stabilization, including looking closely at an incredibly detailed flower, and I teleported to an airport reminiscent of the brief shot from Fight Club where the narrator runs up to a window. I kinda lost my lucidity, and the dream, after that though. It was still worth it.

I started out in my bedroom. There was just a slight amount of moonlight coming in through the window blinds, but other than that, it was very dark - so dark, in fact, that as I was walking around, I had my hands out in front of me. I could barely see the outlines of objects in my room! According to the preexisting plot of this dream, I had just finished a WILD attempt, and I had entered this dream moments earlier. I was 'lucid' - but not actually. I was only pretending to be lucid as part of the dream plot, when in reality I wasn't lucid at all. I remember being slightly nervous because the area was so dark, and I wanted to get out as soon as I could. I was initially standing near the foot of my bed, but then I started following an invisible ball of energy, which was floating not two feet in front of me, at around shoulder level. It gave off a distinguishable presence, even though I couldn't see it, and I knew that this ball of energy was KingYoshi. He had been waiting for me to enter the dream, and was now going to show me where to go (what...?!). It started moving towards the window, and I slowly walked after it.

I arrived at the window and forgot all about the "KingYoshi" ball. When I walked up to the window, the lighting coming through the blinds became a bit brighter and more aqua in color, as if an alien spaceship had just come down and hovered in front of it. I grabbed the right side of the blinds, bunching a few of them up with my hand and pulling them down with a slight amount of effort. I sensed there was a dark hand above the blinds, trying to prevent me from pulling them down and onto the floor. Anyways, I was now looking out a window without the actual windowpane in place; it was just an open area now. I don't know if there was a windowpane to begin with, but did it matter?

I looked out the window and down towards the ground (my room is on the second floor of the house) and I saw the front driveway of my house. This was a little 'off', because the window to my bedroom in real life is looking out over the backyard, not the front area of the house. But this didn't matter. In real life, the driveway of my house is a big square area that consists of many neatly-arranged, reddish stones with a connecting driveway to the street. It was the same in the dream, except instead of there being a 2-lane residential road, there was a pressed gravel road. On the other side of this road, instead of houses, there were lots of pine trees. There was also a large pine tree on the right side of the driveway, right next to some smaller shrubs and greenery.

Back to myself, I was still in the house, overlooking this area. Like in my previous recorded dream, I made a lazy jump out the window. However, even though the distance from my second-story bedroom to the ground seemed pretty far from the window, as I jumped, the distance seamlessly became next to nothing. There was next to no impact when I landed. I only recoiled slightly, which wasn't very noticeable. The atmosphere and time of day was still nighttime, but it was more well-lit outside because of the moon (which I knew was out, even though I didn't actually see it in the sky). I started to walk down the driveway, away from the house, and I became lucid once I got about halfway there. I did the nose-plug RC, and I could breathe, so I knew I was dreaming. I rubbed my hands together and looked at them, counting five fingers on each hand. If something was weird about them, I never noticed.

I continued walking down the driveway and, since I was only semi-lucid, I didn't think of teleporting at the moment. Instead, I involuntarily decided to turn right down the gravel road and walk in the moonlight. Right before I turned the corner, I saw a few green dandelion weeds (minus the yellow dandelion part) at the foot of the large pine tree next to the driveway. These weeds were accompanied by a few white daisies, and a small clump of lilacs. The flowers all looked normal; realistic - the daisies had white petals with a yellow center, and the lilacs were lavender in color, just like they are in real life. I knelt down and smelled the air around the flowers, and I could actually pick up the scent of lilacs! It was awesome!

I turned my attention towards the daisies. I picked one up; it didn't put up a fight and resist being pulled up from the soil at all, as if it was just floating in air. As I brought it towards my face and looked at it closely, I realized that the white petals now had a huge amount of tiny, pint-sized holes in them; these holes were more abundant towards the outer regions of the petal, and a few of these petals looked like they were eaten a bit around the edges. I saw the slight bending of the petals as they connected to the center, which now looked like the middle of a sunflower with all the seeds, except this was a solid yellow. The amount of detail was stunning; I'd never seen details as crystal clear and sharp before, regardless of the fact that I was only semi-lucid. The flower was so sharp, in fact, one could easily have thought there was aliasing around the edges. My gaze was fixed on this flower for a good minute or so, just observing all the details.

"Wow, this is amazing!" I gasped sometime during the observation, completely astonished.

I could make this entry a five-star one just from that moment alone.

After I finished looking at the flower, I got up onto my feet again and dropped it to the ground. Then I continued walking down the gravel road, surrounded on both sides by large, dense pine trees. I observed that the trees on the right side of the road were a bit thinner and shorter than the ones on the left, looking back and forth a few times and chuckling because of that strange layout. After two or three minutes of just walking along, I got to a clearing. It was like one of those half-circle campsites you see along the side of the road, except at least five times the size, and there was one of these on both sides of the gravel road. The ground was all gravel now, with the exception of the grassy terrain that started on the edges of these 'campsites', where the pine trees were clustered, bordering the area. The place made a big circular clearing that must have been a good two hundred feet wide and long.

On either sides of the circle were some pretty strange setups, though. On the right side of the clearing, there were two thicker, square glass panels that were propped up on their sides, about thirty feet from one another. They were at a good ten feet high and wide. On top of them, going from one panel to the other, was a longer glass panel of the same thickness. In between the two square glass pieces, and sheltered by the long one on top, was a big bed. It looked like something from a game; the bed was very smooth (like plastic) and basically consisted of a solid, wood-colored rectangle with another, pale red-purple rectangle with smoothed edges on top and coming over the sides like a bedsheet. I saw a low headboard made from the same wood-colored piece as the rest of the bed. There was a white rectangle, again with smoothed edges, for a pillow on top of the covers near the end.

I was losing my lucidity; by now I was probably only at a 3/10, but I kept going in regards to dream control. I turned to the left and saw a small, beaten-up wooden house. I walked over to it and opened the door, entering into a bedroom. This bedroom was about 15x15 feet with smooth, medium-tone hardwood floors, beige wallpaper, and brown wooden paneling along the floor (I'm tired; I can't remember what it's called at the moment). There was a closet in the middle of one wall; it took up a good chunk of the wallspace and was made of two smooth, sliding wooden doors with no handles. I went over to this closet, dug my nails into the wood of the left door, and pulled it over to the right, expecting an airport terminal to be on the other side. I needed there to be a large glass window and viewing area - I'm surprised I managed to teleport like this, let alone to the proper area, with such a low level of lucidity. The door opened to practically an exact replica of the airport briefly seen in Fight Club, near the end of the film. It's that place the narrator is in when he's got himself smushed against the window, frantically looking outside. I could see down the terminal and saw a regular seating area, but the place was all empty. There were no people whatsoever.

I'd completely lost my lucidity at that point, and the dream not ten seconds later.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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

A nice, detailed lucid that has to be one of my longest ones ever! I didn't do anything too epic in this dream except for a cool slow-motion sequence and a whole lot of observations, just to get back into the swing of things (I didn't want to try teleporting in this one, and unfortunately, I totally forgot about having a shared dream with members of the IOSDP).

I was in a room that was about fifteen by ten feet; it had tan-colored brick walls and dark, faded hardwood flooring. I'm surprised I could find a picture that depicts close to what the room looked like! It looked like the one on the right; I have adjusted the colors and saturation to how it appeared in the dream. It was darkly lit by one yellow lightbulb in the center of the varnished concrete ceiling, hanging from a short but twisted cord. The glow of pale yellow light was steady and unabated but it was still pretty dark. In the middle of one of the shorter walls was a normal, closed wooden door that was painted white. Against the opposite wall, and again right in the middle, there was a double bed. It had a metal frame with one rounded metal piece for a headboard, and reminded me of a crib. On top was a soft, plush white bedspread that was thicker than a duvet. Room in a psych hospital, perhaps?

I was lying on this bed, on my stomach with my head turned over to the right. There was no pillow; I was just resting on top of the bedspread with my head in the covers. Then, I suddenly felt extremely relaxed and almost felt like I was going to fall right through the bed - sleep paralysis. However, in the dream, I regarded sleep paralysis as a terrifying, mental abnormality that shouldn't happen to anyone. I sensed an unknown figure made of black smoke walk over to my bedside and stick a small, very thin needle into my arm, right where I'd receive a shot at the doctor's.

I freaked out; my breathing became erratic and fast, which was very realistic for being in a dream. The episode ended shortly after, when the needle was removed from my arm. I burst out from the bed and ran to the door; I recall the hardwood floor being extremely smooth, without any spaces between the boards or indents. I opened the door to a whole other section of building. This wasn't an insane asylum or anything, but a house that was positioned right next to my school! I had emerged from the room with the bed, into a short, wider hallway which opened up into a central area. This was the second floor. There was a set of crappy-looking, broken stairs going up to a single-room third floor, and a set at the end of the room that went down to the first floor. They looked like they disappeared into the wall, though, because there wasn't enough room for the staircase to change directions. Below is the basic layout of the floor, along with a shaded section for the third floor above it.

The whole place was lit normally. The floor had nice, lighter hardwood and some accent rugs here and there, all rectangular in shape. Although the stairs leading up to the third floor (closed off by a metal door at the top of these stairs) were broken and cracking, and the set going to the first floor were concrete and didn't match the rest of the floor, the place had a warm atmosphere. I felt welcomed. However, I had to tell someone about what I just experienced while lying on the bed.

There were many people in the open room here; one person was at a round table made of polished wood, like you'd see in a small kitchen. There was also a group of six or seven people clustered around two windows on the far wall. They were large and slightly rectangular (horizontally) in shape, and if you were to look outside, you'd see the parking lot for my school, and the school off to the left. The house and school were connected. Outside, it was dark. Nighttime. The door on the wall adjacent to the two windows led to a relatively large bathroom.

Among the cluster of people, I saw a rather grizzled man with pale peach skin that had almost a grey tone to it.

"Hey," I said, slightly desperate and afraid.

He turned around to face me and walked over to where I was standing. I knew this man was very kind and didn't think for one time that he was weird or off-putting, although in a real life situation, I may have avoided him.

I started to talk. "I..."

Midway through my sentence, I suddenly became aware. "Whoa... holy crap. Am I dreaming?" I asked, stupefied and excited. I did a nose-plug reality check to confirm this, and my lucidity went up a bit more. For fun, I looked at the man, using dream control to make him answer the way I wanted him to.

"Am I really dreaming?" I asked, and he answered, throwing his arms up. "Yes!" he said excitedly.

"Awesome! ...Awesome!" I exclaimed and almost ran off without stabilizing or doing any thinking. I stopped myself and started to reason out what I'd do in this dream. "Maybe I should try and get to an airport." But then, I thought the better of it and decided to save that for a time when I was a bit more lucid, and maybe when I was in a brighter location. After all, it was nighttime outside, and in the past I've had difficulties teleporting to daytime areas when I was in a dark area.

"Stabilization. See how long the dream will last if I do lots of stabilization." I thought for a moment. "The bathroom," I then said, chuckling. "There'll be lots of stuff in there!"

I forgot all about the people, simply skipping past them and feeling how weird gravity felt. It didn't feel like I was being pulled down to the floor quite as much, but I wasn't floating at all; I simply felt a bit less heavy. The door to the bathroom was open, so I just pushed it open more and walked inside. The floor was pretty gross - it was made of colorful yellow tiles, each probably only two or three inches across, with dust in the grout between each of them. There were pale stains along the floor from water, or something. I really didn't want to know. Altogether, the room was a good 10x10 feet, with a long, single white bathtub on the right that had a long, white clear shower curtain to match. The curtain was half-open. The walls of the bathroom were beige and also had very faint stains, which I guessed were from water. In front of me, at the end of the room was a sink. The left wall, adjacent to the one that had the sink in front of it, had the toilet against it. The toilet was the cleanest thing in the bathroom, but I didn't notice an opening to the siphon or plumbing. It just looked like a big, toilet-shaped bowl (ignore the irony there).

I walked to the sink. Above it was a mirror, which was probably double the width of the sink with a fancy gold rim around it; this rim was a bit rusty and lightly scratched in some patches. I looked into it and saw myself - I looked as normal as I could have; I thought it was maybe just a trick of the dream and when I were to wake up, I'd realize I looked totally off, but upon closer observation, nothing changed. I looked like I did in real life, with the exception of my hair. It was slightly shorter than it should've been. I took my attention away from my face and looked past it to the rest of the room; I saw the door behind me, and the toilet on the... right? What?

I raised my eyebrow and turned around. The room had gotten smaller; now it was the side of a normal small bathroom. The toilet was now on the right of the sink instead of the left, and the room was half as long and wide as it was before. The door was mere feet away from me; I'm guessing about six or seven.

"Cool."

I then expected a shelf to be on the left wall. Turning to the left, I saw a thinner, rectangular white plank of wood coming out from the wall. On it were toiletries; I remember seeing Colgate toothpaste and a toothbrush, along with a men's electric razor. I picked up the toothpaste and it felt like a rock; the white and red tube didn't seem squeezable so I just put it in my right hand and rolled it around for a few moments. I ran my left hand against the wall and felt small bumps, like tiny pieces of grit and stones had been trapped behind the wallpaper. It tickled my hand so I took it off, and then I dropped the toothpaste. I then decided to get (slightly) creative and lick the wall. I did this and it didn't taste like anything. I then knelt down and licked the floor, figuring there was no harm in doing it, no matter how nasty it may have been. The floor didn't taste like anything either. I moved my tongue around and said "bleh". Getting up, laughing as I did, I then smelled the air. I picked up a trace of sandpaper, but that was it.

After sticking my nose out to smell the air, I rubbed my hands together and looked at them. I counted six fingers on my left hand, but it looked like it only had five, so I counted them again. It was a bit of a mind-bleep. My right hand was very weird; it had five fingers but my thumb was missing the middle segment; it just had the base part and the end where the fingernail was! Yuck! I was able to move it like normal after I stopped looking at it, though, as if it was back to the way it should've been. Finally, I stopped to hear any sounds I could pick up on. I heard very quiet, muffled windchimes, but although the sound was distant, it felt like it was coming from all around me. The sound was quiet enough not to bother me though, and it seemed to stop once I started heading back to the open door of the bathroom. I was now in the main room again, and the lighting had changed - all the lights were off, and the only source of light was from the moon outside, coming in through the windows. It was rather pretty, but...

"Wow..." I said, a bit frustrated. "There is no way I'm going to change this to daytime." I walked to one of the two windows; more specifically the one on the right, closest to the wooden table, and looked through the glass. It was surprisingly clear. I saw the parking lot, but it was two stories down. I also noticed there were no longer any people around in the room.

I shrugged and rested my hand on the glass, gradually pushing harder on it until the whole piece of glass just fell down onto the ground. I then stepped up onto the windowpane, first with my right foot and then my left, and pushed off, jumping into the air. I didn't float at all for once, and simply fell back down really quickly like what would happen in real life, then landed on the asphalt with a low-pitched thud that almost sounded like breaking glass. I then looked to the left; in the moonlit darkness I saw the large front entrance to my school, so I began walking towards it.

Halfway there, I stopped to look up at the sky and I saw the moon, which was in a relatively normal location. Looking up even further, almost so that I didn't see anything on the ground anymore, I saw some tiny stars that were almost faded away completely. There were a few turquoise-colored streaks of clouds, which were also hard to spot. Most of them were near where the moon was. I didn't see a lot of details on the face of the moon itself; it was really just a white circle with some very light gray blots on it. I put my finger in front of the moon and dragged it downwards, towards the earth. I expected the sun to come up in turn, and for the entire sky to get brighter. However, even though the moon moved with my finger, the sun didn't come up and only a patch of sky above the school got brighter. Then again, I'd never been very good at changing the sky.

"Brighten the sky," I shouted commandingly. Nothing happened.

"Whatever, be that way," I said in the tone a parent would say to an unruly child, and waved my hand off towards the sky. I walked to the school and when I got there, I opened the furthest left of four wide doors that each consisted of only a metal frame and a big pane of glass. The door wasn't locked, but it would've been in waking life. I walked into the atrium, which was the main area of the school that spanned upwards for three stories, and led to, essentially, all the different classrooms.

The main section of the school, right when you walk in, consists of a large, long atrium with a triangular glass roof, which allows for much light to enter the school, making it fairly airy and bright. Classrooms are on the left and right of this atrium, and near the entrance there's a large set of stairs on the right, just before the classrooms begin. The main tones in the building include light beige, light eggshell blue tiles, and accents of paler turquoise, such as on the window frames and stair handles.

The place was actually lit very well; I looked up through the glass roof and saw the dark night sky, but didn't care, so long as I could see inside the building, which was bright. I passively traveled down the atrium and saw many different people walking around, but I didn't recognize anyone in particular. However, since I knew that I couldn't get to an airport and create an amazing chase scenario from here, immediately I decided that I just wanted to raise hell in this dream, by any means necessary. At this point, I'm not even sure if I cared whether I woke up or not. This dream was already longer than the majority of my other lucids, and I knew this.

I crossed my arms and stood in the middle of the area for a couple moments. I wanted to fight and bring a whole mass of bad guys down on me.

My gaze then flicked to the side as I imagined (without actually hearing anything) a twig snapping outside the school entrance. I breathed out quickly, acting like I'd been surprised, and then widened my eyes as I heard a group of men entering the atrium behind me, through the glass doors I'd just gone through. I spun around and, without visualization at all, saw that they were wearing dark gray and black S.W.A.T. outfits.

"Man, I'm sick of these S.W.A.T. teams," I said, out of character for a moment and just complaining about the dream.

"Oh well," I then said in a lighter tone. Back in character again, I saw a man in the middle hold a gun up to eye level and shuffle a few steps towards me. The gun he was holding looked like it was made entirely of lightweight metal, almost exactly like the one on the left. He was aiming for me and before I could do anything dream control-wise, he shot at me. I jumped up and curved backwards, just in time as the slower-than-normal bullet whizzed right underneath me. My jumping movement was fast, but as I arced backwards it became slow motion, which was an amazing sensation. I wasn't paying attention to the man who shot me anymore, and was simply taking note of how when I tried to move my arms, it would be like moving through a viscous liquid. I didn't try to move my legs, which felt like they were numb and floating. The slow-motion sequence ended in about ten seconds and instead of continuing to curl backwards and end with a backflip, I kicked my legs from in front of me to underneath me, and I landed upright.

I looked at the men and raised my chin, daring them to shoot again, but the dream faded.

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 another dream that I recalled the same night as the previous entry, Fragment - I Didn't Study!.

I was outside, on the top of a grassy hill that sloped down into a long river. This river was situated in a small public park (my dream-self knew I was in a park, even though I didn't actually see a park sign or anything). It was night and therefore very dark, but there were a few black street lights along the side of the river, lighting the area dimly. I could see the faint outlines of objects and people against the midnight blue color of the sky.

The hill I was on was rather steep, and at max it must have been fifteen feet above the surface of the water in the river. On the top of the hill was a row of flat, square-shaped concrete stepping stones that had the texture of pumice, but they were light beige or something like that. Each one was about half a foot from the next one. I was on one of these stones, and I peered over the edge to look into the river. I saw the highlights as the pale light caught the ripply waves of the river, which were a bit more turbulent than you'd expect in a normal river. The water was flowing relatively quickly, too.

I heard somewhat-exhausted breathing and immediately turned to my right to see the source of the noise. I saw a young girl with olive skin; she was wearing a light yellow dress and was skipping along the stones, jumping from one to the next, right along the side of the hill. She would fall any minute.

As the girl passed me, I remember scornfully saying out loud, "what idiotic parents would let their child do that?"

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:
Last night was filled with different fragments, and nothing else. Maybe I should stop going to bed at 4:00 AM.

I was at school, standing in the restroom. The room was about thirty by fifteen feet, with paler, turquoise laminate flooring that had a bunch of little bumps for texture - it's a slightly better-than-average looking room. There was an open doorway, with no door, on one of the longer walls. Next to this doorway was a basic cream, rectangular countertop with sharp edges, going to the end of the wall. The counter had three white sinks. Above it was one long mirror, divided into three even segments that were directly touching each other. On the other long wall, there were five or six cubicles that were smoothly painted this color. They were all closed.

The lighting wasn't coming from harsh, bright white fluorescent lights. The atmosphere of the room was fairly dim; the lighting was steady but probably only a bit more than half the brightness caused by fluorescent bulbs.

I was standing in front of the sink on the right, the closest one to the entrance. To my left, in front of the other two sinks were two of my friends; I can't remember who they were exactly, though. The only thing regarding these two people that I distinctly remember is that one of them was wearing a pullover, maroon-colored hoodie. I was in the bathroom with them because we had fifteen minutes before our AP Chemistry test, and I was just totally freaking out because of this.

Turning towards my friends, I said rather nervously, "I didn't study at all!"

One of them replied, "well, that's too bad..." and trailed off. Both of them left the restroom and left me there.

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:
Last night, I wrote out my intentions to become lucid and end up on top of an airport building during the day, but instead I wound up on top of a city building at night. The lucid part didn't really turn out well either. But the "lines" in question were actually lines that I was planning on using in an upcoming MDP dream, further down the road. The words weren't exact, but they were pretty close to what I wanted to use. I guess that's proof that constantly thinking about something will have it end up in your dreams. This dream was cool because I told a DC some lines they would be saying as part of a story, as well as my own lines. Shortly after they said their first line, I forgot my own, but they reminded me what it was. And they were correct.

It was night, and I was kneeling up on top of a taller building with Robert Downey Jr..

The building was square-shaped on top, only about 10x10 feet, which probably wouldn't have been able to exist in real life. There was a taller building, the same shape, coming up against two adjacent sides of the building we were on, rising up past us by about least 10 feet. Past the building we were on, and the two beside us, were many other city structures that went off into the distance, creating a vast layout of buildings that looked incredibly realistic. I looked down.

On the ground was a long road going right past the front of our building, which branched off into a few smaller roads. Sidewalks lined both sides of this road, and right next to the sidewalks were more buildings, one of which had a half-circle shaped "deli" sign made from polished brown wood and basic yellow-painted text.

Since it was dark - the night sky was the deepest, darkest possible shade of blue in which you could still tell that it was actually blue - the whole city had a dark tone to it in terms of hues and shades. The street was lit by a few lights that didn't appear to be visible, and had a very warm, orange and pale red vibe, as if you were driving on that certain highway, one that's lit by street lights, at night. Our building had a paler, more bluish tone. The top of the building we were standing on was made of that tan or greyish asphalt stuff that was pressed down into a flat surface, which was fairly realistic.

So we were essentially sitting there. I was down on one knee with my arm resting on the other one, just surveying the area. Robert was sitting against one of the buildings right up against the one we were on.

"Come here," I told him, migrating to the edge of the building but still keeping a good few inches away from the edge. He quickly walked over and sat down next to me, the same distance as I was from the edge.

"Downey, I'll give you your lines now. First you're going to say, rather dejectedly, they're still not going to stop. Nothing's changed. Then I'll say, keep trying. They're tired and uncertain now."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Then, I can see that. I'll try again. My last line will be, I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Got it?

Again, he nodded his head and then got up, looking over onto the street. I too leaned over, still half-seated, and saw a few police cars parked half a block down the street, the red and yellow lights on the top of their cars flashing around and around.

Robert Downey Jr. shrugged and started to say the lines, slightly different but still very similar to what I'd told him to say. "They won't stop." A brief pause and, "nothing is different."

I turned to him to reply, opened my mouth, and totally blanked. I could remember my mind racing, trying to remember, but I couldn't. He then caught my eye and held his hand out in a gesturing motion. "Keep..." and looked at me expectantly.

"Keep trying, they're tired and uncertain now."

"Good. I can see that. I'll try again."

Then he started to turn around and walk away. My gaze followed him for an instant and then I looked back to the police cars.

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

Notes:
Yay, completed the TOTM!

It was pretty dark outside. I'm guessing it was about midnight, but it wasn't too dark because of illumination from street lights. I was walking down a sidewalk in some random suburban neighborhood, with a small group of people. There weren't any fences, just houses blocked here and there like usual. There was snow on the ground.

The people I was walking with were my friend from school, and Rorschach from Watchmen. He wasn't wearing his mask, but he was wearing his trench coat and hat. I can't remember what my friend was wearing.

I suddenly became lucid after walking for a few minutes, and I saw the snow. Immediately I knew this would be a good time to complete the basic task of the month - to hit a DC with a snowball. I figured hitting my friend wouldn't be as interesting as Rorschach, so I picked up a clump of snow (which felt more like the fake stuff) and tossed it at him. The ball didn't break, but instead it just fell to the ground as it whacked against his hat, which fell off.

He didn't turn to face me, but just looked down and laughed humorously.

"I'm going now guys," I said. "Bye!"

I proceeded to start running and take off into the air with my usual flying technique. In a few moments, I realized I was over an evergreen forest, which was right beside a two-lane road. It was still dark outside, but I could see where I was going, once again thanks to the streetlights on the road. I felt myself sinking down as I flew, so I said loudly, "engage backup power" and I managed to fly higher than before. I spent the rest of the dream flying because I just didn't want to do anything else.

As I was flying near the end of the dream, I remember smelling perogies.

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 dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

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 was from an hour-long nap I took today.

This dream involved me standing on a driveway to my house; I was facing the street right from the start. This place hardly looked like my house though. The driveway was all the way to the left of the lot, but I didn't look back to see if it properly connected with the house. Along the side of the driveway, there was a large evergreen tree, probably at least thirty feet tall. It filled up at least half the front yard. It was nighttime, but there were street lights casting an orange glow to the area. It was light enough to see everything.

I became lucid, but I wasn't aware as I should have been, or would have liked. I immediately gasped and looked around, taking in the scenery, with no need to do a reality check. "I'm dreaming!" I confirmed to myself just from the fact that there was a jumbo tree sitting in my front yard. I immediately started to walk forward, and stopped as soon as I was about to set foot on the street. There was a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair walking down the road, her face turned away from me. A few feet from where she was walking, the road curved around a house and I couldn't see past it. I called out to her, asking where I was, and she turned around. I didn't recognize her face at all. She told me that I was in Las Vegas. I immediately told her off. "Yeah right, this is nothing like Las Vegas. There's no neon lights, no cars driving by, and definitely no casinos."

I forgot about her and decided to try throwing a pokeball. I didn't think of what I'd release, though, until it was already in the air, so I just shouted out a random Pokemon. I shouted out, "Fearow!"

It ended up on the road and looked like it should have: brown, with a pink beak and cream fuzz on its back. It was around the proper size too. But somehow, its behavior was off. Instead of flying above the ground or at least levitating, it was hopping along the ground like a duckling, and squawking every few seconds. It didn't turn to look at me when I called it. After that the dream ended rather abruptly; it was probably the thunderstorm outside that woke me.