Puffin

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

It started off in my old bedroom; it was very dark throughout the room, and no light was pouring in through the windows to aid my vision. I was sitting on my double-size bed, and then I suddenly fell backwards into a dark void. It was pitch black and I could hear faint humming, but I couldn't discern what it was coming from. I was floating up and down for a long time, and looking at myself from a third person perspective. I also saw my bedroom, and taking up almost a quarter of the room, mostly on top of the bed, was the void. It was dark and floating like a cloud of smoke.

My perspective changed back to first person, and I was hailed by a voice. "You're going to do as I say, or else you'll stay here forever. Do you accept?" I nodded, "yes".

I was back in my room in that instant, sitting on my bed again. There was a shadow, almost in the shape of a child, on another double bed in front of me. I looked at it, squinting a bit. "You're going to harvest some things for me," it told me. The voice was almost like one a little girl would have.

I then found myself along the side of a stucco house, surrounded by large pine trees. There was a lot of real-looking snow on the ground, but it wasn't cold even though I was kneeling down in it. I was with another person, also being told what to do by the shadow. He was slightly older than me, and was wearing a hoodie and dark blue jeans. We were both sitting in front of a tiny tree with blue Christmas baubles hanging from it. I held out my finger and a spark of blue light came from it, traveling in a straight line. It hit one of the baubles and it started glowing, changing shape. When the glow vanished, it was in the shape of a small steel ring. I took it and pocketed it immediately. We spent the next few minutes of the dream doing this.

Then, I was back at the house, in my bedroom. The shadow looked like it was holding out its hand, so I handed it the rings, but they dropped right through it and onto the bed. "You idiot," it told me angrily. "You don't have as many as I asked for."

I became aware that I was dreaming, but not enough to change the plot, control the shadow, or do pretty much anything. I failed to control my anger at the shadow so I began to speak even though I felt it would put me back in the void. I had to try. "Listen," I said to it, "I don't know what you are. But you're a horrible creature that instead of going out there and doing things yourself, makes other people with lives do them! I should put you in a void, see how you like it.

I almost thought I could hear sniffling, but the shadow didn't move or shift. "Sorry," it said softly, and vanished.

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 was one of those really annoying lucid dreams.

I was outside my grandfather's house, all the way out in British Columbia. There wasn't really a front yard, just a bunch of smooth pavement and then a wall of round stones that was a few feet tall; it circled all the way around the house. Behind the wall were average trees that people would have in their front yard. I didn't look behind me to see the house itself, but from the setting I knew I was there.

The problem with this dream was that my left eye was fully open but my right eye was half shut, and the remaining vision in it was cloudy and dark. I tried to pry my eyelid open with my hands but it didn't work; I was basically grasping thin air, as if I was translucent. When I did manage to feel my eye, it was smooth and felt almost like an egg, which freaked me out.

I then became lucid, and frustrated at the same time, because I knew from previous dreams that I wouldn't be able to fix my eyesight. That was bad to think about, and I realized that, but it was so annoying at the moment. "Eff my eyesight!" I shouted. "Dream, fix my eyesight for me," I commanded into the air, and then waited for something to happen.

Nothing.

Not only was I lacking control, but I had to wander around the dream without being able to do anything.

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.

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 began the backyard of my current house. My home is a fairly big one-story, with a darker red brick exterior, large white windows, and a glass mosaic covering a curved part of the front of the house. Our backyard is simple: a patio with lighter wood, with a few short steps leading down into the yard. All there is is grass, with one tree in the right-hand corner. To the left and right are neighbor's fences. In the dream, it was the same as this.

The atmosphere was nice; it was just beginning to get dark. The sun was a few inches above the horizon, but there was no typical colors of a sunset. The sun was just there.

I was walking aimlessly along the edge of the patio. There was no railing or siding, so if one were to fall, it would be a two or three feet drop. After a minute or so of this, I decided to go back inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a door leading from the patio into the house, so I had to walk all the way around and use the front door. There was a fairly narrow path along the side of the house, accented by one rusty blue-gray pipe, which I took. I then went inside the white front doors.

I decided to go downstairs and chill out, maybe watch a movie. I ended up walking down the stairs, into the basement of a house I used to live in, four years ago. I can remember the basement very clearly, as my bedroom was down there. The stairs went straight down, into an open basement with white Berber carpet. There was a set of green suede chairs a few feet from the stairs, with a large flat screen TV in front of them, around 42 inches or so. The lights were off, and there was only a dim light emitting from the TV as I walked town the stairs. But this didn't bother me.

As soon as I reached the couches, the dream skipped a little bit. I found myself curled up on one of the couches, with a baby blue-colored throw on me. In my mind, I knew that I had just woken up from a nap, which in the dream I never saw myself actually go into. I never saw actually myself get onto the couch either.

The lights were still off, as well as the television, except for one small blue light in the lower left-hand corner. I started to get a bit nervous. I thought, "why isn't my mom down here?" for some odd reason. Maybe in the dream, she did something and I was expecting her to be there. Who knows. I groggily got up, and beside me, there was now a small side table. It was a darker sort of wood, almost cherry, and it had a digital clock on it. I looked at it, like it had always been there, and realized it was turned off. I thought this was strange, too. So, I went back up the stairs to check more clocks. Outside, the sky was realistically darker than before, but not as black as night yet. I checked a white, rectangular-shaped clock by the front door, and it was off, no power. I went into my sister's room, and her small pink alarm clock was off as well.

By now I was quite bewildered, but then I realized that I was dreaming. Just to make sure, I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and I could. Then I checked out my fingers. Everything was fine, all five fingers were on my left hand, but there was an extra finger sticking out of the middle of my palm. It scared me a bit, but I laughed it off and told myself it may be creepy, but it was still just a dream.

I decided instantaneously to waste the dream eating stuff, because I hadn't done that in a while. In the middle of the dimly lit hallway, I summoned a fancy table covered in a white table cloth, topped with a platter of nanaimo bars. I simply turned around to face behind myself and expected it to be there.

I picked one up and put the whole thing in my mouth, chewing slowly. It wasn't the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten in a dream, but it was still very good (although the yellow custard in the middle was a bit sandy-textured).

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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

It's daytime, probably as light as it could be, and I'm standing on a muddy road with my mother, because our car had broken down and we'd been walking for a few hours. This, I knew even though it didn't actually happen in the dream. On either side of the road were fields with wheat, barley, and anything else that would grow in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees, no houses, and no farming equipment.

My mom sat down in the mud; I could hear it sloshing in her jeans and shoes. I decided to look ahead and walk some more, and as I walked, I discovered wrappers of corn nuts. The packages were metallic, shiny, and in colors of evergreen, pink, and red. Most of them were empty, but as I bent down, I realized a few of them still had some left. The packages crumpled as I looked inside them for leftover.

I ate them ravenously. They were very crunchy, almost like hard candy, but I ended up swallowing them like pills, not feeling them go down my throat. I also saw a sky-blue twizzlers package, but I left it 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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was inside a Candy Store; this place was around the size of a cell phone store and had blue walls, as well as solid and pale confetti-colored flooring. Lining the walls were clear jellybean candy dispensers with different colored jellybeans, and there were a few cylindrical rotating shelves with pull-out drawers spaced out in different areas of the store. The counter with the cashier was in the back of the store in the middle, and it too was painted blue with a confetti-colored countertop.

My thirteen-year old sister walked up from behind me and said, "I'll be like five minutes in here." I knew I would be taking slightly longer, but I nodded and went to shop. I browsed at a bunch of unidentifiable candy in plastic bags and then went to the jellybean section and looked at the dispensers. I didn't end up buying anything, but then my sister met up with me and she was holding a large, opaque white bag that said "5" on it. I guessed that the five meant pounds.

She went to the cashier to pay. She was a woman in her forties with curly ginger hair, and was wearing one of those little hats like they give you at Krispy Kreme.

Except it didn't have anything on it whatsoever, it was just plain white. My sister gave some coins to the woman without even giving them the bag to examine, and then she handed her a survey. My sister looked at me, raising an eyebrow, and then at the survey again. "What is that?" I asked her.

"A survey about dogs."

"Why?" I asked her, completely dumbfounded. My gaze then flicked to the cashier who obviously heard my tone of voice and she said, "it's compulsory if you want to buy candy from this store. Take it or leave it, and the candy."

"This is bull," I spat, immediately frustrated, and took my sister gently by the arm. "We'll get candy somewhere else," I told her. I was still fuming as the two of us stormed out of the place.

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:
In this long dream, I became lucid once but decided to go with the plot of the dream.

I was in the atrium of my school, a large, spacious central room with a triangular roof made of glass panels. You could hold a party in the room, it was so big. The doors were all lighter teal, and the tiles on the floor were large white and tan colors. On opposite sides of the room there were three doors, each to separate classrooms. The other two sides hosted the large main door and the back door, which both had large glass panels so you could see outside. I was outside the door of a classroom, leaning almost right up against the wall, waiting for the class to end. There were students walking past me but none of them acknowledged that I was there.

There was a random borderless mirror beside me, and I looked into it. Most of my face was unseeable because there was a patch of fog on the mirror. When I moved my face to try and see it better, the fog disappeared and reappeared, again in front of my face. It annoyed me, so I stopped looking and just waited for the classroom doors to open.

After a minute, the doors opened and I saw students from the grade lower than mine come out. There was a girl slightly shorter than me and with blonde hair down to her shoulders, and she looked at me as she walked past with the other students. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked her. She concurred and stepped away from the crowd, which was quickly ebbing away into the halls. "What is it?" I decided to play mysterious and not give her all the details. "Something's happened, and I'm not sure I can stay friends with you. I'm hoping you'll understand." Her only reaction was a dumbfounded expression and "what?"

"I know that I'm not giving you a lot of details... I really think it'd be best if we weren't to talk anymore..." I decided to leave it at that, so I turned away and began to travel towards the front doors of the atrium. There was a set of stairs to get up to the second floor, and I was going to take them. "Hold it," I heard the girl say very sharply. "You're f***ing crazy. What's going on?" She began to press and press as I turned around to face her. She looked extremely mad, and her eyes were wider than they used to be. "Please, just go away," I told her firmly. "I'm sorry."

She then lunged forward and tried to smack me across the face, but I fell backwards, getting up as quickly as I could but rather messily. She was breathing heavily now, looking almost like she wanted to murder me or something. "Come on," I told her again, almost jokingly, "this isn't worth it." I spun around and began sprinting towards the door, not looking back. Although from inside the building it looked light outside, when I actually got out it was dark. There was white-colored illumination from street lights though, which shone on a bumpy sheet of ice on the road. There was patches of snow here and there, covering up most of the grass outside. I saw a car which wasn't mine, but I figured I could use it to get away from the frightening student. It was a pale maroon-colored 60's vehicle that looked fairly worn down, but I got inside anyways. I pushed a large white button to the right of the steering wheel, between that and the radio consol. The car turned on with a "beep".

I began to drive it, pressing down on the gas pedal to turn around (it was facing the wrong way), and began turning the steering wheel. However, the ice on the road made it very difficult to steer properly. The car slide five or ten feet to the side, and then again when I tried to back up. I couldn't drive in this thing, so I had to walk. When I got outside the car, the sky was brighter, almost as if it were seven in the morning. There was much more light now, so I got to the sidewalk and began walking down the street. Instead of apartment complexes and gas stations like in real life, there were single story houses along either side. I began to run again, and ran until I got to a juncture consisting of four small, white, modern buildings, attached together in a pinwheel fashion. The corners were touching but there was no way to get from inside one to the other without first going outside. I took refuge in one of them. There was black barbed fence surrounding them, except for a few medium-sized openings, and a few large green dumpsters. There were many cardboard boxes as well.

Inside the building I chose to enter, there was solid tan flooring, and the walls were brick that was painted white. The whole building consisted of one room, which was littered with brand-new couches and television sets. I sat down in one of the chairs, which was comfortable. Only a minute or so passed before the student appeared in the door, which I thought was impossible. I told her to "stop" and she did, then I performed the finger-through-palm reality check. I really had to push my for my finger to go through, but it did, and then I knew I was dreaming. It only took a second to realize that I've never had a dream quite like this one before, so I decided to egg the student on instead of telling her to leave.

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told her commandingly. "You're boss," she said. That made no sense until I woke up, but anyhow, she then began to advance on me. I felt my lucidity beginning to wane, so I ran at her and tried to punch her. She dodged it and my fist slammed into the bricks, creating a hole. I could see red but there was no blood on my hand, so it must have been the red bricks underneath the paint. I then lost my lucidity almost all at once, but I continued to hit her. "I said to leave me alone!" I said, rather aggressively, and managed to land a blow to her collarbone. She recoiled and touched where I punched her as if in pain. "A**hole", she called me, and slowly backed away through the door, slamming it shut. I finally managed to get rid of her.

Moments later, she came back into the building with a large steak knife. I had a burst of panic, so I turned around and bolted towards a door that suddenly just appeared out of nowhere. I opened it and ended up in an alley consisting of a black dumpster, more black barbed wire, and brick buildings fairly close together. It was now daytime-brightness outside, so I could see everything. I began to climb up along the barbed wire, which didn't injure me at all. I must have been fifteen feet off the ground when the girl appeared outside, swinging the knife. I held my hand out for her to stop, but as I did, she took off my index finger. I shouted "ouch", although there was no pain. I looked at the stub of my finger and although it was flat and red, there was no blood coming out. The girl had vanished.

The next thing I knew, I was back on the ground, holding what was left of my finger. I sat down cross-legged and leaned back against the black wire, looking up at the sky because I wasn't sure what to do next. Then someone appeared; she was a woman in her thirties with long brown hair, wearing a casual dress. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked me. I showed her my finger. "Someone attacked me."

She pulled out what looked like a finger puppet, but it was very plain; the only thing on it was the color grey. She took my finger and put it on, and it filled up exactly what part of my finger had been cut off. She took a small sewing needle and some yellow thread, sewing it on painlessly. When she was finished and I had a look at it, I could move my finger again. When I looked up, she was gone.

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 basement of my own house, sitting at a computer desk with my sister. However, there was no computer, mousepad, or keyboard. There was nothing to suggest that there was a computer there. Instead, there was a black microwave on the far left of the desk, and I had just placed a casserole dish of some sort inside, which was in a rectangular glass dish. The top was coated with a good layer of cheese, so I couldn't tell what was inside yet. I pressed a single button on the microwave and the casserole began to "cook". Two patches of darker cheese started to bubble, which was a sign that it was done. It only took ten seconds or so. My sister watched the whole time as I took it out and waved my hand over it to cool it down.

My mother walked through the back door upstairs. That door was right where the start of the stairway downstairs was, so I saw her come in. "I'm home," she called out and then I replied. "Hi mom, I made dinner!" I've never made dinner for her in real life before, especially not as a charity with no reason to.

I took the casserole, all cooled off, into the washroom where my father was washing his hands. "Can you help me cut this? I'm not too good with these things." He agreed, and pulled out a random knife from behind him, starting to cut the casserole into sixths. I watched as the knife went straight down, and he pulled out a piece. The inside of the piece he took out looked like light pink and tan cake, not at all like a casserole. I looked harder and saw the insides of the other pieces still in the dish. They were all cheese and larger-than-normal macaroni noodles. "Thanks", I told him and took off to my bedroom, also downstairs.

The lighting in my bedroom was dark, but it was brightened slightly by the light coming from the other room (where the computer desk was). I put the casserole on my bed and somehow managed to tilt it over. "Ugh," I muttered as a lump twice the size of my palm came out onto the light green bedsheets. I put the dish down to the side and tried to pick up the lump with my hand. It was gooey and more like silly putty than sticky cheese. It slipped out of my hand though, so I decided to just leave it there. I turned around and there were two massive garbage bags full of clothes and stuff in my room; they were almost as tall as me. I wiped my hand on one of them to clean it off, and left the room.

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.

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 smaller type of hospital patient room with only one bed; it looked pretty ordinary at first glance.

It looked pretty much like that, although there was a small rectangular whiteboard behind the bed, up against the wall. There was a black whiteboard marker along the bottom shelf. House was sitting upright in the hospital bed, with a layer of white sheets over top of his lower half. I was sitting in a stool in front of the bed, holding another marker.

We were writing down different words on the board in some sort of game. I only remember one: House wrote "fouche" on the board while I was turned away, and I asked him what that word meant. He stuck his tongue out at me and I saw a splot of ink on it.

He must have written the word with his tongue.

The last thing he said was, "it's the art of writing with your tongue. Duh!" That last word, he said with his classic House-ism tone.

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 at a conventional library. There was only one large room with bookshelves along the walls; in the middle there was a big blue mat with white plastic lounge chairs, like at the beach. The lighting was dimmer than normal.

I saw the thief (dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans) that took my precious blue stone, and I was going to have to destroy it. He was going to do something bad with it, I could tell. I cannot remember how I got it back, but I remember standing in front of him with a small beaker of hydrochloric acid. I put the stone in and he just stared, upset, but he didn't try to save it. I walked away and went through the doors, still holding the beaker.

The dream changed. I was now at home on the floor, experimenting with the hydrochloric acid. The carpet was tan and very plush, comfortable to lie on, while the lighting was normal this time around. I carefully put a bronze-colored coin into the acid and watched it disappear within seconds.

My cat then came around. She was all gray, with a large white patch on her belly coming up the sides and along her face, and two white socks on her front feet (white coloration, not actual socks). Her face was extremely cute.

A photograph of her.

She walked, with a slight swagger because her belly was a bit larger than normal, right up to me and sat down. I pet her a few times, running my hand through her fur, and then she suddenly flicked her tail into the acid. She turned around and it was still inside, beginning to dissolve. As with anyone who's stuck something in acid, she started to scream, and I quickly pulled her tail out. There were little bubbles and pink spots on it, but no blood.

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 a dream added from a few months earlier.

I've never picked through garbage before like some homeless people do. But last night, I was doing precisely that.

It was probably the middle of the day, because the sky was light and blue. I was outside a bank building made from slightly worn red bricks; the sign of whatever was inside the building was navy blue but the name and logo of the company was skewed, so I couldn't remember what it was like. There was an alley in between this building and another one, and I was looking for stuff. I wasn't homeless, but I guess I was just randomly searching for trinkets. I walked towards a rectangular green dumpster in the alley and opened it up.

There wasn't anything garbage-like about the items inside. There were brand new articles of clothing, neatly wrapped up in plastic bags, and new toys still in the box. I remember seeing a yellow remote-control race car and something that looked like a Barbie doll. I dug around a bit more and saw some sort of silver coin, around the size of a nickel, sitting on one of the other plastic bags. I held it out and showed my sister, who happened to magically appear while I was looking in the garbage. "Look, I found a coin!" I told her.

"It's just a coin," she told me, rolling her eyes and turning away.

"I know, but these are worth a million dollars nowadays!" I told her, trying to persuade her that I wasn't crazy or something.

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

This is one of the best dreams I've ever had, both in terms of lucidity and control. I was almost completely aware, and my dream control worked for just about everything.

I was in the debate room of my school, which had solid dark cream flooring, a long rectangular whiteboard on the wall and neatly arranged desks, all facing that board. I was in class with my friends, and a student in the upper grade walked in, handing out single sheets of paper to everyone. I looked at it and I saw a "who, what, where, when" style of invitation. It was an invitation for an event at the school. I remember it saying that Edward Norton, the actor, was coming to present a seminar on acting.

The dream then changed briefly: I'm at home, and anxious for the next day. Then it changed back and I was at school again; I was sitting in the same room as before, but this time there were less people. Norton was at the front of the room with some sort of PowerPoint projected up on the wall. At the end of the seminar, after everyone left and he was packing up, I became lucid. I was now almost completely aware that I was in a dream; I didn't even have to use a reality check. I could tell from the location and the fact that it looked different than usual.

"This is so cool!" I said, beginning to walk out of the room and into the atrium of the school. The color scheme is eggshell blue on the window frames and doors, and lighter whites, grays and beiges for the walls and tiles.

Click here for a floor map of the atrium.

I was now in the middle of the atrium, but the dream had a mind of its own. Although I didn't expect it to happen, Edward Norton had followed me and was looking up at the second floor. I did the same because there may have been something interesting up there, and there definitely was. Behind the silver cylindrical railing, there was a man all dressed in black with a ski mask covering his face.

"Are you here to mess up my dream?" I asked him, not caring if he were to jump down and attack me.

He didn't reply.

I laughed a bit and told the man, "go ahead if you want!"

At that moment, I decided to create this big, epic dream fight. I turned myself around to look at the entrance, where a bunch of other people I summoned were coming in through a door they smashed in, talking to each other; some were wearing all black and ski masks, some weren't... Some were running while others were walking patiently along.

I tried not to panic, as more people were entering the school than I expected. I produced a blast of fire from my hands; more specifically, fire that would only set the bad guys on fire and not the school. It worked and I created a long stream of fire aimed directly towards them. I didn't expect for Norton to be beside me, also creating fire using some kung-fu style moves which was actually pretty funny-looking. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I spun around and saw more dream characters coming in.

"Come on" I muttered, annoyed. I didn't summon those guys, only the ones on the other side of the atrium.

I held out my hand and shouted, "stop!" to the newcomers. I could hear shoes squeaking as they stopped mid-stride in surprise. "Go away. You can be in another one of my dreams."

They agreed and walked away. I turned around again and the others had frozen up, unmoving. Maybe because I was involved with too many dream characters at one time?

"Continue," I commanded, and the scene began to move.

All the bad guys collapsed on top of me, kicking and punching; it reminded me of a matrix-style fight. Unfortunately I couldn't see much past them, so I knelt down and created a huge blast of energy. It was bubble shaped and had a slight pink hue to it, but only in patches, like an actual bubble. It popped, and the enemies flew away into the walls of the atrium.

And that's where it ends. I would've recorded more, but I forgot the rest.