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

Notes:
In real life I ordered a Fight Club poster a few days ago, and I'm waiting for it to be delivered. That's obviously where this dream came from.

It was daytime, and the sky was filled with wispy white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the concrete front steps of my house, looking around the block. The deliveryman should be there any minute to drop it off, I thought. As soon as I finished thinking those words, a man in a full-body navy suit came around the corner (there was a high wooden fence in the way) and walked up to me. It looked like he was wearing a janitor's outfit, but it was slightly baggier. He was holding a large square box over his shoulder, and when in close proximity to me, he put it on the ground.

It wasn't sealed, so I kneeled down and opened it up right away, expecting a Fight Club poster to be inside. Instead, I found two separate posters, rolled up so the white sides were facing outwards. I said, "these aren't mine," without even looking to see if even one of them was the one I ordered. "Tell your boss to get the damn order right next time," I added, and kicked the box over to his feet.