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:
This one is pretty fragmented, but I won't count it as a fragment because there are enough remembered pieces to make a full entry.

Part 1 - Assassin

I was at my house, in the square-shaped living room. The lighting was dark, but one corner of the living room had an almost spotlight-like glow to it, from a light source somewhere on the ceiling, angling towards that corner. The lighting was yellowish, and it almost had a greenish tone to it. The floor was a plush tan carpet, and in the corner, on the wall below the spotlight, where the spotlight, there was a black flatscreen television. I'm guessing it was fifty inches. It was on, but I can't remember what it was displaying. In front of this television, there were two pale red leather chairs with taller backs. And there were four or five people hanging out in this little area. They were targets of mine.

I was behind them, a good ten or fifteen feet back. I slowly crept forward, close to the ground, and brought my right hand forward. In this hand, I was holding a staff! It was a slightly matte gold color, and it had a long, thicker strip of gold shaped into the outline of a heart on the end. At the end of the staff, on top of the heart, was a small red ruby. It was shaped like a bipyramid, ie. the shape you'd get if you stuck the bottoms of two pyramids together.

I said, "watch out" in an intimidating tone. Then I kicked off from the ground and jumped directly over the two chairs, so I could see who was in them. When I was in mid-air, my movement slowed to a standstill, which was an interesting effect. I stayed suspended in the air for a few moments, and the two people who were sitting in the chairs stood up and gasped at me. The other people backed up against the wall; one person put their hands up in front of them. I brought the staff over my left shoulder and swung it back out in front of me, strongly, and it created a sheet-like, crescent-shaped white blast of light. It knocked everyone out.

Part 2 - Kicking Back... at the Enemies

This is the last part of the dream I remember before waking up.

There was a large, decently-lit hexagonal room that was probably 50x50 feet, and probably had a ceiling twice the height of those in an average house. I knew this ceiling was made of a thin sheet of steel without even looking at it; I knew the steel was thin enough to blast through, but I didn't consider doing so. The walls of this room were essentially six taller glass panels; they were pretty thick, and bulletproof. They didn't touch at the corners, but were connected by small metal hinges, like the kind you see in restroom stall doors. The walls were unable to be moved, though.

This entire room was inside a larger one that was poorly lit. I couldn't see the dimensions, but I did know it wasn't that much bigger. The walls of the two rooms were pretty tight and close together. I also knew that the walls of the larger room were made entirely of dark grey, bricked-shaped stones, and the floor was concrete. I knew this because I was standing not five feet away from the entrance to the glass room. The entrance was in one of the glass panels, and basically just consisted of a rectangular section of glass that would detach from the panel and slide upward, creating an opening.

Inside the glass room, the ground was grass, and there was a wide mote that went along the back half of the room. This mote wasn't at ground level, but was four or five feet deeper into the ground. In the middle of the room was a mound covered in taller grass, and a tree. I can't remember what the tree looked like, but I knew its branches spread out towards the edges of the room and almost created a ceiling of leaves. Along with this scenery, there were lots of people. The whole room was packed; from the outside I didn't recognize anyone because they were all walking around, sitting, looking at me through the glass. At this point, I knew I was with my sister and another friend (whom I don't remember) but I didn't actually see them yet.

"Ready?" I asked out-loud to my two companions, but if they were there, they didn't answer. I didn't think this was odd, though. I ran towards the glass door that slid open very fast. A bunch of people had congregated at the door and were tripping over each other, trying to get out. The majority of them were on the floor, on their stomachs; there was a mass with probably three layers of people on top of each other. The crowd came up to my chest - hardly anyone was standing anymore! I ran at them, knowing I had to knock them all out.

I was now right outside the entrance. I started to kick people back, folding my right leg and forcefully kicking out, slightly downwards at the people. A few of them ended up running away, but my dream-self didn't notice or care. I remember seeing Matt Damon's head poking out of the crowd; he had lighter brown hair and a lime green hoodie; he was practically buried under everyone else. I continued to kick at people. A few of these people reacted oddly and ended up flying right into the center of the glass room, as if they were made of feathers! During a few kicks, I saw the arms of people reach out and briefly grab my leg, but their grips weren't very strong, and I just pulled my leg back to continue attacking. After a few minutes, I backed up a bit. I saw Halle Berry at this time. She had a short haircut and she was wearing a modern red dress, crawling out of the room right beside me. I can't remember what happened to her. I was still outside of the glass room, so I had to make an effort to get in. I leaped onto the mass of people and bounded over them, landing in the grass. All the people now got up as if they'd rehearsed getting out of that heap, and spread out into the room. I looked behind me and saw a person running up to attack me. I landed a roundhouse kick to them.

I remember using superpowers too, when I was in the glass room, but I can't remember what they were. They mostly involved magic, but I'm positive I used super strength as well.

I attempted to DEILD, because in the end I felt my senses pouring in from waking life, but I failed it.

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:
Another dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

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 more vivid this morning when I'd just woken up; now I've forgotten a lot of the content. I probably took too long to type it up, which has happened before...

I was in a McNally Robinson bookstore. The one at my local mall in real life just closed a few months ago, but in this dream I was in it, as if it were still up and running. The interior had a lot of richly-coloured wooden bookshelves and green banners everywhere. I was in the central area of the bookstore, which had a 360-degree, circular green reception desk with a wooden countertop. Like most of my dreams, the lighting in this building was dimmer than it should have been.

Lined up against one of the bookshelves near the reception desk, there was a row of black swivel chairs. There were a few men in suits seated in the chairs, but most of them were empty. They looked at me and I asked, "how's the exploitation going?"

(Wait... What?!)

"Very well," said another man, not waiting for me to answer. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, with gray hair and black reading glasses, his hands in front of him on the table, cupped together.

"Have any of you seen my assistant?" was my next question.

"The guy?"

"Yeah."

I can't remember anything else.

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 in my sister's bedroom; the lights were off but I could still outlines and there was a slight illumination coming from an unknown angle. Her room was small, around twelve by twelve feet, and the only furniture in the room was a white twin bed, positioned against the wall, and a vertical white dresser. We were both behind the bed on the floor, and because of this we couldn't see the door to her room. We were talking about random gibberish that I can't remember, and suddenly the door swung open, making a large banging sound against the wall. I looked up over the bed and saw a shady man in his thirties stalking towards us. This wasn't exactly a nightmare because it didn't have the same terror as a nightmare would have, but I was still nervous.

My sister got up and, without saying a word, ran right past the man and out the bedroom door. Who knows why he didn't jump at the chance to attack her. So, I was still looking over the bed and realized only now that he was holding a crossbow. It was brown and fairly basic in structure; the arrows made of slightly beveled metal.

He pointed the crossbow at me and I slunk back behind the bed. He came around the corner of it, the bow still pointing at me, and pulled it back. I pressed myself against the wall to hide myself; because of the angle he was aiming from, he'd have to move again to shoot. He came around quickly and shot me just above the forehead. I didn't feel pain or see blood, and I pulled the arrow out that actually didn't go that far into me, maybe a few centimeters.

The dream ended.