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

It was mid-day and I was in a small dark-lit room, sitting in front of the computer. This computer was around 20" large, and was black, but the screen was on, and this was the only time a computer's ever worked in my dreams.

I was on a very popular art site that had a dark gray background and a black strip in the middle, where posts are made. I had put a piece of my artwork up a few days earlier; it was of the style I actually draw with, as you can see below. It didn't look exactly like it, but the style was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the dragon I posted online had more little details, and white circles bordered by black around the face.

I was going back on the site and refreshed the page. Although most of the text was illegible, the page worked normally. I scrolled down to where my entry was, and I looked at it briefly. I then scrolled some more and found a piece almost exactly like mine, with slightly wobblier lines and even more circles and details. It looked like a very obvious rip-off. I squinted slightly and looked underneath the submission, and read "Justin Beiber".

The little jerk, I thought.

I immediately put my mouse over his name, which became underlined and highlighted in baby blue. Clicking on it brought me to a page with a white text box, most likely to submit a comment. I began to type, being cautious not to sound too nasty, although I was steaming that some famous person would put their reputation on the line like that.

I typed, "I need to speak to you about your latest submission" before the dream ended.

I forgot about the dream for almost half a day before suddenly remembering it, and so I made sure to type it down as soon as I could.

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.

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 dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

This was one of my first induced lucid dreams, and the first in which I ate food.

I was at the end of a mall-like area, the flooring was tile and the entire room was rectangle-shaped, with a large square archway leading to the rest of the mall. I looked through the archway and saw stores, signs, and a pale blue bench in the middle of the aisle.

At that moment, I realized I was dreaming and started freaking out, but I stayed calm enough to keep myself in the dream. I decided to start small and work on dream control, so I figured I'd start by eating something of my choice. I looked around for a few moments and then looked to the side of the room. There was now a small cafe there with a large glass display in the front, and the door was open. I walked inside and smelled coffee, chocolate, and something like band-aids. There were round glass tables with the curly legs, and polished wooden bar stools for sitting. Right before looking at one of the tables, I said, "there'll be a large piece of chocolate cake". When I looked at it, there was a white plate with the cake on it, as well as a fork beside it.

I took some of the cake and ate it; it tasted like chocolate liqueur and Godiva chocolate, and the icing was very smooth.

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

I really wish my lucidity would've been higher last night, but there's not much I can do about it now.

This dream continued directly after the one written previous in this journal, Grisly Room; I didn't wake up in between the dreams. To start, I was in the anteroom of my house, which consisted of very light gray tiles, beige walls, and dark wooden molding. There were two white doors that opened towards the walls, and I was about to open one of them when I became lucid. "Finally, another lucid dream," I said out loud, but not as strongly as I would have if I were more lucid.

I decided to fly (not to complete a dream goal, or the TOTM, but to fly). :eyeroll:

I looked for a way to exit the house without using the door, because at the time I felt doors were too provincial for a dream. As I looked above the door, I saw a large rectangle of solid frosted glass. Backing up a bit first, I then took off by imagining I had rockets on my shoes. It was a different method than I normally use, but it worked nonetheless. I hit the glass and it shattered, but I traveled through it with no problem, and without my speed faltering too much.

I ended up in a new room, it looked the same as the room I was just in, but it was twice as large. I decided to direct myself towards the ceiling to blast out of the building entirely, so I began to travel towards it. I broke through the layer of ceiling, but there was another one just after that; I got through both of them and was finally outside. I continued to rise up into the air, and looked down as I climbed. My house was no longer there, and instead I was looking down on vast city.

The dream ended; my lucidity spiked right up but it was too late. I tried to DEILD with no luck.

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

CAUTION: If you don't have a good tolerance for gory/dark/disturbing situations, you might want to skip this entry.

I have absolutely no idea where this dream came from!

It was dark outside, and I could see that from looking out the window. I was in my bedroom, sitting upright on my bed with my legs crossed. My bed was a queen-size one, and had a modern square shape with black coloration. It was positioned in the center of my 14x14 room with the headboard against the wall; on the opposite wall sat my horizontal dresser, in the same modern color and style as the bed. Those were the two pieces of furniture in the room, slightly given shape to by a pale light shining in, although you couldn't see much more than that.

I sat there for no more than five seconds before a dark shape shot out from underneath the bed and pushed me off, right onto the floor. I hit the hardwood floor on my backside; it almost felt as if I had broken something, because pain shot up my spine as I sat up. The pain slowly ebbed but it was there for the rest of the dream.

I looked up on my bed and there was a dark silhouette standing on it; it looked like an adult but it was fairly skinny and short, probably around three feet. I couldn't tell whether it was wearing anything because it was in the shadows near the head of my bed. There was now a chain hanging from the ceiling, and a few feet from where it was hooked, there was a large piece of rotting flesh. I could see the slightest amount of red coloration, and something was dripping from it. "Oh my god," I exclaimed to myself. "What do you want?"

The figure chuckled, and jumped off the bed, landing quietly beside me. It got up and walked around the room a bit, and then disappeared under the bed. I looked around to see if it'd appear again, because I was very frightened, and then it appeared from underneath the bed, reaching out and biting a piece of my leg off. I screamed but I didn't feel any pain, instead I just felt my leg with my hand, realizing a piece was missing from my thigh. The creature jumped back on the bed and stood up, beginning to eat it with a sickening sound, and I ran to the door, trying to open it. There was no light coming from the edges of it, and it wouldn't open; the knob wouldn't even turn. I spun around to see the creature breathing hard and coming at me again, this time staring at my face.

I ran at it, and grabbed its own face with my hand and tore it off; it felt as if it were made of plaster. I looked at my hand as the creature fell to the floor, and saw blood smeared all over 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:
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.

Type: DILD.
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 a large room, probably around 150x150 feet, that had very high ceilings. The walls were almost non-existent, as there were massive panes of glass to act as windows which substituted the need for walls. The floor was pale blue tile, and once you put all this together, it looked like an indoor community pool area.

However, there wasn't the typical pool in the center of the room.

There was an upside-down cone-shaped structure that was olive green in color, with four accents of dark blue metal strips around the sides. It was probably around twenty feet tall, and made of thick steel, but it was hollow in the middle. The cone was filled with water, leaving only seven or eight feet of empty space above the surface. This is where I, along with four friends of mine, were clutching, spaced out evenly. We were holding onto the sides because as we climbed into the cone, the actual handles retreated so we didn't have anything else to hold onto (this wasn't shown in the dream, but I just knew).

We were playing another game in a series of challenges. We were supposed to defeat a creature that was swimming in the water below us. It was pale pink and had blurry black spots all over its body, but I couldn't tell this until it actually surfaced.

We were holding on for a few moments, looking at each other, when it suddenly surfaced, only coming a few feet above the water. Because of this, we could only see its backside. A few moments later, its back appeared out of the water again and it lashed out with a massive claw. After it did this, its head appeared for a few instances but I didn't see its face. It continued to do this, traveling along the side of the cone in the water. I found the pattern easily, while the others were just standing in confusion.

"You have to jump on its head once it swipes," I told one of my friends, the one who it was coming up to next. She nodded, but when the creature came around, she only dodged its claw and didn't jump. "I'm scared!" she told me, and I did a facepalm.

"I'll do it then," I muttered. When the creature came around to my side of the cone and once it finished lashing out, I pushed myself off the side and onto its head. I bounced off slightly and ended up catching the side of the cone again, and the creature recoiled, going back into the water. I heard a congratulatory beep.

The dream ended.

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

I think I'm going through another lucid dryspell. Every time I got lucid over the past week, the levels were low and it didn't last very long.

I was the hallway of my house; it was around twenty feet long and around five feet wide, and the lights were very dim, as if they were off but not quite. I walked to the bathroom on the right side of the hallway and once I got to the door, I flicked the light switch. Nothing happened, and I tried again but got the same result.

At that moment, I became lucid but made no exclamation or felt any rush of awareness. I knew if I expected the lights to turn on, though, that they would, so I thought about that when I flicked the switch again. They flickered dimly a few times after I did that, but afterwards they stayed on. I walked into the bathroom which had a long, dark granite countertop and two white sinks, the toilet was on the end of the counter against the wall with a few magazines beside it on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror; I looked the same but I had bags under my eyes as if I were very tired, although I didn't feel that way at all.

I heard scuffling coming from the hall, so I looked from where I was standing into the dark hallway. There was no more dim illumination coming from it, instead it was pitch-black this time. I walked over to the door and thought, if there's something in the hallway, come out now. I was still slightly lucid and knew that if I got scared, the dream wouldn't end well.

By then, I lost my lucidity. I looked down the hallway, trying to focus on something in the darkness. It suddenly raced at my foot, dabbed it, and backed up, almost as if it were playing cat and mouse. "Come here," I told it nicely. It appeared at my feet again, but I was back in the bathroom this time, so the light hit it. It was a dragon, a little bigger than a cat, and it looked like Toothless from the film How to Train Your Dragon, but its nose was more pointed and it had a navy sheen to it. Its scales were so small you couldn't see them.

I ignored the dragon and closed the bathroom door, looking around a bit before opening the pale yellow fabric curtains of the shower, on the wall opposite the countertop. I heard something fall in the corner of the bathroom behind me, on the counter, and spun around to see a brand-new lamp that appeared. It was a tall single-bulb lamp that rose directly from the countertop and ended a few feet from the ceiling. On top of it was another dragon; it looked the same as the one before but it had no wings, and so it resembled a salamander more than anything.

It scurried down the lamp, twirling around it, and landed on the floor. I picked it up, and it must have weighed a good ten pounds or so.

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 a generic mall with gray, gray, and more gray, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I was standing in front of a children's center, which contained an indoor play structure with covered bars, colorful mats, and different tubes to play around in.

However, it was only a one-floor type structure, and the ceiling was low, probably only three feet from the ground. Since there was no cashier or counter of any sort, I decided to just go in and look around. It looked like your average play structure with climbing ropes, soft rectangular pieces to move around, and the likes. I crawled around for a while, dodging the odd kid who crossed my path, and then decided to leave.

I got close to the entrance and suddenly an alarm went off; it sounded like a fire bell. A lady, probably in her late twenties, walked up to me (I guess the ceiling raised or something, because it would've been impossible to stand up in there), and gestured to get back further into the structure.

"What? I was just going in there for a few minutes, I can leave," I told her, rather annoyed. I looked in front of me and noticed there was a thin black wire going from one side of the entrance to the other. There was also a silver mesh gate blocking the entire entranceway. I turned around and crawled back into the structure, muttering, "a**hole".

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

Since ski hills are near impossible to describe, especially from a first-person point of view, I'll begin by describing the top of the hill, which was the size of a small house.

It was the middle of the day, the sky was blue and there were little to no clouds in the sky. I was on the top of a ski hill that had irregularly-shaped mounds of snow everywhere, and was dotted with pine trees, especially near the edges. It looked pretty natural. There was one path, a few meters wide, that traveled along the top of the hill and went down the side. This was one ski path that you could take to the bottom. My friends and I, around ten of us, were all on the top and wondering which path we should take. I looked behind us and saw the second ski path. I couldn't see what either of the paths were like, and there were no ski hill signs, so we decided to take a chance and go down the second one.

I watched as my friends (all wearing skis and jackets, no ski pants) went down the side of the mountain, which curled pretty quickly. I pushed off with my skis and went down; I suddenly realized that the hill was a straight 90-degree drop! I felt something fasten against my waist, like a belt, and I began to accelerate down the hill. My skis weren't planted on the snow, but instead I was floating a few inches away. I was in the middle of the group the whole way down; some people were ahead of me while others fell behind.

The situation cut off before I got to the bottom, but I ended up on another ski hill (probably in the same dream). It was still day, but this time, I was in the middle of a wide ski hill edged by pine trees, and it was a very gradual slope, probably twenty degrees. Someone passed me on skis, and I knew it was my friend. The ski hill curved, and beyond the curve was hidden by trees, so I didn't know what was past that. I decided to go down too, and see what was behind it.

I began to ski and as I rounded the corner, I saw a massive flood at the bottom of the hill. There were pieces of snow sticking out of the water, as well as a few small icebergs floating. There were a couple of people scattered around the base of the mountain, out of the water. I kept going and had to really stomp on my skis to avoid flying into the water at the bottom. I looked around for my friend, and she was nowhere to be found. I continued to scan the area and noticed ski tracks going back up the mountain; my gaze followed them and I saw her standing where I used to be on the hill. "Oh, come on!" I said, slightly exasperated.

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 behind a square piece of hedge on the lawn of a rather modern-looking house; the exterior was saturated tan stucco with sienna brown accents, and the driveway was two flat slabs of yellow-tinted concrete. The location must have been set in a desert because the sky was blue and there wasn't much grass on the ground. I could see everything around me, even though it was fairly dark outside.

I was looking at a man who was walking along the driveway. His name is Hank, a character from the AMC series Breaking Bad; he was wearing a black jacket, slightly baggy, and blue jeans. I saw a flash of a salmon-colored shirt underneath, where the jacket was unzipped. He looked the same as the image below, but obviously with different clothing.

The car was red and fairly rusty; it looked like a van made in the 80's with sharper corners and less curves. There was a thin panel of polished wood placed horizontally around the vehicle as an accent.

He got into the car without opening the door; instead, he slipped through the open window which was slightly larger than it should've been. He turned the car on with an exaggerated twist of his arm, turning the key, and began to back up. I moved along the hedge as the car backed up, and then pulled out a cell phone. Without dialing any numbers, I immediately began to speak into it. "He's here," I spoke into the phone.

A pigeon appeared beside me; it was light gray and had black speckles all over its wings, as if someone had dusted it with pepper. It had the same cell phone stuck to the side of its head, without being propped up by anything. But it didn't speak, it just walked along the ground and disappeared on the other side of the hedge.

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

To anyone who actually reads my entries, sorry I haven't posted anything for a few days.

It was morning, and I was standing against the walls of a pretty casual-looking restaurant. The flooring was light gray, and the walls were smooth light-colored logs like a cabin would have. The room was around the size of a McDonald's, and it had cafeteria-style rectangular tables that were light wood with steel legs; the chairs had the same look. On one side of the room was a wide glass door that opened to the outside of the building, but you couldn't see through it. It was clear, but there was nothing discernible on the other side. On the opposite side, there was a counter with illegible menus, but there was no one working there.

There were people scattered around the different tables; some were standing while some were sitting with hamburgers and other "comfort foods".

I walked over to a table and sat down in one of two chairs. There was a white plastic cup with some sort of soft drink in it; the cup itself looked like a Big Gulp container except without the label. I picked it up and took a sip through a thick, transparent straw, and it tasted like cola.

A server came, in ordinary clothing, a few moments after I drank some of the drink. It was a younger woman with shoulder-length brown hair. She placed a lime green, plastic bowl in front of me. It looked like something a child would eat food out of. Inside was a cream-colored sauce and cereal that looked like Lucky Charms. I knew at once that it was some sort of Disney Princess cereal, but I didn't touch it, as when I scooped some of it up with a metal spoon, it was a gloppy consistency, like oatmeal.

I walked back over to where I was standing before and looked out a window. It was one of those small rectangular windows that some houses have in their bathroom. I stood on my tiptoes and looked out. I saw a small metallic-skinned dragon in the grass, which went for a few inches away from the window and then stopped at the brick wall of another building. I couldn't see much out the window but I did see the wall, grass, and dragon.

The dragon suddenly disappeared into thin air. I looked away, slightly confused, and then looked back into the window. It was there again, but it was flashing rather quickly - it was visible, then it was invisible. I didn't know what was going on; I thought I was hallucinating.

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:
My friend dared me to try writing an understandable message in my next lucid dream, so I decided to make this a priority instead of my current lucid goals.

The dream began with me standing out on the sidewalk. I was in an area of the city that looked very much like the photograph below, standing on the sidewalk to the far right. I edited the photo to contain the colors and atmosphere of the area as well.

There were only three or four people, I realized, as I scanned the area. Almost immediately I knew that I was dreaming, but I was a bit skeptical (as with many mid-level lucidities) so I looked at my hands. This reality check failed, as both of them only had five fingers that looked close to normal. I then did the nose-plug reality check, however, and it worked perfectly.

I looked around, dream-spinning slowly to prevent the dream from destabilizing. I saw the buildings beside me and a person standing behind me, looking uninterested. I then remembered the task my friend told me to try out in a dream, so I turned around to look beside me, expecting a sandbox to be there. It was small, around sixteen square feet in area, but it would work. I picked up a long stick I summoned just by reaching down and "knowing" it would be there, and began to write in the sand.

I improvised what I would write down. The lines the stick made were wider than they should have been, but I still managed to spell something out. The letters looked like letters, which turned into words that looked like words:

"Yo, this is rad" in capital letters.

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

It was nighttime, and I was in the backyard of my house, surrounded by tall wooden fence. The outside of the house was light stucco, and the whole backyard was covered in grass, illuminated slightly by small circular modern lights on the walls of the house itself. There were a few flat, square-shaped stepping stones scattered around the yard. In the middle was a large in-ground pool complete with a few small interior lights, but there was no water inside. Instead, there was fog coming out of it slowly, behaving like smoke but it didn't smell.

I was sitting on the edge of the "pool" with my sister standing beside me. She told me that she didn't want to go in, and so I somehow jumped in right from that sitting position. I was floating in the fog, and then I thought about sinking down deeper into the pool. I began to go down, and I could hardly see anything around me except gray pool wall. I felt my sister tap me on the head and I suddenly resurfaced. She said, "don't go under, or you'll get amnesia."

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 the art room of my school. It was a large rectangular room with white brick walls, solid light gray flooring, and large windows paneling along one of the long walls. There were very long desks going from one long side of the room to the other. On one end of the room against the shorter wall, there were plastic tubs and black racks with students' artwork, scrap paper, scissors, and possibly anything else you could imagine. In real life, our art teacher isn't that organized, and this reflected somewhat in the dream.

There were many students sitting in chairs at the desks; some I recognized and others I didn't. We were making feather cutouts out of paper at first. I was at a desk too; one of my friends was sitting across from me. I had to get some more tan paper though, because I had accidentally cut mine too much with a pair of scissors. I went to the back of the room where the artwork and scraps were, and I saw one of my friends cutting a certain size of paper with the paper cutter. I needed to use it, so I stood and waited for her to finish.

She turned around and handed me one of two pieces she cut, smiling a bit but not saying anything. "Thanks," I told her and started to head back to my spot.

I must have gone down the wrong row, because my friend was two desks away from me. She waved and mouthed something like "over here". I pointed underneath the desk and rolled my eyes, popping down underneath it, and then ground-hogging back up on the other side. I did this twice and I was back at my spot; half the class was laughing. When I was underneath the second desk, there was a sudden, random flash of the Game Boy Color logo.

Once I got back to my desk, I began to hear people talking about lucid dreaming. They were discussing induction techniques as I colored in the edges of the sheet of paper with brown to make the edges of a map.