Puffin

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 on a school field trip with my classmates. We were inside a modern building with white walls; a few of the corners were softened and curved. I don't remember what the flooring was like, but there were a large potted plant and a stand-up menu to the right of the small room. Next to this, there was a purple awning that led to another part of the building, which looked like a restaurant.

There was a short hallway, a few feet long, in front of our group of around ten people. It opened up into a larger room with five polished wooden pillars; four students started to walk in front of their own pillar and position themselves in front of it. No one else seemed to want to go; they were all standing there, so I took the last pillar. All five of us were now standing in front of one pillar each, which I now realized were labeled with a small sign framed in metal.

My classmate in front of the pillar beside me laughed, almost in pity. "Oh, Puffin, you got the pain section."

"Great," I replied, rolling my eyes and exhaling in a gust. I knew that this was a ride, and nothing would really happen to me, but I was still nervous. I knew you could personalize your ride by choosing "pain", "wisdom", "heat", and two others which I forget.

Suddenly, the room changed. I was on a circular, three- or four- foot thick wooden platform in a darkened room, seated in a chair with a seat belt on. I looked to the left and could see the four people who were with me before, and they were also in a chair. The ride started and it began to tilt backwards; at the same time it went downhill on some sort of track. Above me, there were circular saws, but they were slightly thicker than they should have been, and not shiny.

The ride lunged back upwards and my knees hit the saws as they turned. I expected pain but realized that the saws were rubber. I looked to the left and above the student beside me, there were flamethrowers (how is that not dangerous?). I didn't look to see what else there was.

The dream changed again, and now I was in a small banquet hall with brown walls, white trim, and long tables with white tablecloths. My classmates were still there, and they were signing cheques at the various tables. I saw my teacher and I went to her. She had a cheque lying on the table for $22,000.

"You still owe me two thousand," she told me. But I replied that I didn't have any more cheques on me, and that I had to get some more.