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

Notes:
This relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.

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 the first in a set of 3 dreams I had this morning, one after the other.

This dream strongly reminded me of the wildebeest stampede in The Lion King. I was in a Pixar-style world, animated, with pale, lighter colors and three-dimensional animated characters. Visualize a pale shade of baby blue, just the color. Then add in an open plot of land, about thirty by thirty feet, with a basic white wooden fence on opposite sides of this plot; two of the sides had no fence and just went off to basic grassy areas. On the opposite side of the two white fences, stretching out into the distance, was farmland and lots of pale, lighter green grass that looked like something from a video game. Past the fence on my right, there was a small house. This house was one-story, and really small for anyone to be living in it, at around only four feet tall! It was a paler yellow and had a rounded, burgundy roof and thick features, including a light grey window frame surrounding a completely black window, and a slightly lighter burgundy door. I didn't pay any attention to this house after looking at it for a few moments.

Up ahead, on one of the unfenced sides, was a hill. It rose up from the ground and was mainly the same light green grass, with a few cobblestones. Somehow it also managed to have the colors light yellow, peach, and tan, arranged randomly in irregularly-placed, flat squares of color. I could look at the hill and see a grassy one, but also one with the colors and squares I'd just described.

Although the lower area was grassy, when I walked it was hard and not cushioned at all - just like in a video game. I looked around and saw other animals like dogs, cats, zebras, and birds (which were the size of the other animals!) They were smaller, only about two feet tall, and weren't "cutesy" with big heads or eyes, but they were rather cartoony.

The ground suddenly began to shake, and all at once, a couple hundred sheep had started to run down the hill and through the valley, pushing other animals aside.

I looked up the hill and to the sides, and dove to the left, pushing a grey bird aside. It felt like rubber when I hit it. For some reason, I knew that I was among only three others that were capable of saving all the animals from being trampled by the sheep. I then started to run up the hill, leaning so far forward that my stomach was practically ten inches from the ground, and going relatively slowly - I was being pummeled by sheep! I ran into a few of them and shoved them aside, so they'd change direction and go to the right or left instead of down.

For some reason, I pictured myself as a wolf, with the same style and coloration of the wolf from Kung Fu Panda 2, except with less intense colors and more of a paler blue.

I got to the top of the hill and found myself overlooking a big valley with the similar two-version grass and tan/orange/peach colors. The dream shifted and fast-forwarded to the next one.

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 school. The school has a theatre with a big stage and a long backstage area with two doors (one on either side) that leads out to the two wings of the stage. Slightly colorized, hard tan flooring with beige walls and lighter, pale blue accents around the door frames. It was clearly rectangular, and in the dream it was about twenty by fourteen feet.

I came through the left backstage door. The room was lit by a few lights, but it wasn't as bright as it should've been. I walked a few steps and looked around; one of the teachers from my school was walking towards me. She was shorter than in real life, probably only 5 feet, and had very dark brown hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a thin black cardigan and a black shirt with a pink, pale orange and pale red floral pattern around the shoulders. She walked right up to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"There's something here that you shouldn't see," she told me in an informative tone. She tried to turn me around, using her hand to force me to turn around, and I walked a few paces with her. She then took her hand off my shoulder and just kept walking, opened the door I'd originally came from, and closed it.

I turned around and looked down the backstage, towards where the door opposite was. There was a big bloody stain on the wall next to that door. It looked like the stain you'd get if something had been sandwiched between two walls and the gunk started to seep/bleed through the two walls. It was darker red, which gradated to a regular red, and then had what I'd like to call "cloud-shaped" linear blobs of orange and red around it. It was just a realistically-shaped blob of color, no splatters or anything (because I assume it came from something in between the walls), but it was definitely blood.

I remember thinking, "hm, that's weird". Not as in the "I could be dreaming" type of weird, but just the general weird. And I wasn't unsettled either.

I exited the room and entered a much smaller one, almost like a broom closet. This room was tinted with lighter, pale blue lighting, and was probably only seven by seven feet. There was a C-shaped countertop in one corner of the room, extending down three adjacent walls (one end didn't go along the whole wall and stopped halfway), and cabinets above them. The top of the counter was white laminate, while the cabinets were pale brown wood. There was a square, light-colored laminate wood table with grey trim in the middle of the room. Two of my classmates were sitting on the counter, side by side, and one of my teachers was sitting cross-legged on the table. He was looking at papers in an open binder, which was positioned on one of my friends' laps.

I looked at the paper on top and "knew" it was chemistry, but they were calculation problems that looked almost like trigonometry.

"Do you need help?" I asked.

"No, [teacher's real name] is helping me, but thanks anyways".

I can't remember what happened after that.

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

This continuous lucid dream story will revolve around the aftermath of the films Iron Man 2, Thor, and The Incredible Hulk, which will not culminate in the Avengers team but something different. Many of the lines are rehearsed in daydreams so the actual dreams should play out relatively well. I don't know much about the Marvel universe (I've only seen the movies) and dreams are often unpredictable, so the story will probably have errors and mishaps, but I'll do my best. This is "part 2" of hopefully more dreams.

My Notes:

A bit less vivid than the last dream, and I lost my lucidity only a few minutes too early.

I started up on the top of a building. Who knows how that happened for me to end up there - but somehow, I had this very recent memory of being inside the building, which was like a library: I was in a small, off-limits section, which had warm lighting, smooth, concrete or laminate-type flooring of a more saturated tan color, and beige walls. There were also lots of bookshelves. I was in this room because I was looking for someone's phone number.

At this time, I was seeing from a third-person viewpoint for a few moments. I ventured toward a certain bookshelf that I somehow knew was important, and then I knelt down and pulled out a pale yellow book, only about 200 pages, that read "Phones" in bold, dark yellow, arial typefont on the side. I had pulled the book open to about a third of the way through, and I remember reading "Barry Vaven" and "Jurn (insert last name here because I can't remember it)". The text inside was incredibly small, probably six-point arial font, and the paper was almost translucent.

Back to the top of the building - the outside atmosphere reminded me of the scene when Cobb was leaving the helicopter in Inception , except it was day time, and the colors of the entire scenery were a bit warmer in nature. The building was probably thirty stories up - very tall, and there were other buildings, many other tall ones but some shorter, scattered around in a relatively realistic way. There was a basic black, straight railing lining three edges of the top of the building I was on. I walked to the edge with no railing and looked down, seeing all the tiny cars move on the very-detailed streets. I did not see any street lights at intersections, though. I then looked back and saw stairs; there was no small building on top with a door, just a neat, square hole in the building with concrete steps going down it.

I didn't take them though, because I became lucid. I looked around and did a nose-plug RC, which didn't allow me to breathe - if I was less aware, it probably would've stopped my lucidity there, but it didn't!

I was very unsure of what to do now, being in a place that I had no idea how to teleport from, and I knew that I probably didn't have time to walk inside, go down the stairs, and find a door. Thank goodness I knew the people involved in this part of the plot, though.

I looked out towards the city, still near the edge of the building but confident that no DCs would appear and push me over and have me fall. I stayed like this for a few moments, then I expected Betty Ross (Liv Tyler's biochemist character from The Incredible Hulk) to come up the stairs. I imagined there had been a meeting in the lower part of the building, a conference involving leading scientists, and it was over. Anyways, I heard her voice and turned around, only to find Natalie Portman's character from Thor, Jane Foster, instead. Her brown hair was down to a few inches past her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a tan leather jacket; her shirt was white and had lace around the neck. I sighed and my head dropped disappointingly when I saw her, because I was trying to create a scenario and this wasn't what I had in mind.

"Hello, did you ask for me?" She sounded exactly like Jane Foster.

"No," I replied. "Sorry for the confusion. Is Elizabeth Ross around?"

Then I saw Elizabeth come up the stairs - it looked almost as if she wasn't walking, but more floating up the stairs. The last two or three steps did look normal, though. Portrayed in Liv Tyler's image, she too was wearing a brown leather jacket, although it was a chocolate brown, compared to Jane's lighter, almost tan jacket.

"Can we speak alone?" I asked Jane.

"Yeah," she said lightly. As I was facing her briefly, Elizabeth has appeared right beside me; when I turned to see her, I jumped a bit because of how much closer she was - it startled me.

Jane was gone now. That was weird.

The words I wanted to use came out perfectly, thanks to a high level of lucidity. "I couldn't risk saying this inside," I began. "I know a lot about you, probably... more than I should, but regardless. I know about Bruce."

She looked at me. I noticed that besides from the clothes, she almost resembled Arwen from Lord of the Rings - younger, in a sense, with longer hair, but I didn't want to be too picky about appearances. "I don't know who this Bruce is."

"Now's not the time to bullshit about this," I said, a bit fearful that I was losing both my dream control abilities and her actual character. A DC had behaved in an uninformed way once before, even though they were the exact character I'd wanted to show up.

"Do you know where he went? Where he is?" I pressed. I also asked this question again with a different wording, but I can't remember what exactly I'd said.

"No. I don't know where he is. But I'm thinking he's in B.C." She was a bit more open than I thought she'd be; I was hoping she'd think I was working as a military agent at first. Then she said, "who are you?"

"That's fine, thanks," I said, not wanting to struggle with any more dream control stuff.

Then I envisioned a squadron of military personnel coming up the stairs. Still looking out over the buildings in the city, I spun around when I heard a loud, metallic "thunk" on the ground behind me. I didn't expect that, but I did expect a confrontation - four or five men, in dark grey S.W.A.T. outfits and all holding metal, rifle-like guns, were crouched over them slightly and advancing towards me. Elizabeth spun around and started to panic. She said something inaudible.

"They're not here for you," I said, "they're here for me. I got information from them, and they didn't like that."

"What?" She sounded dazed, but incredulous.

"See you later," I told her the, starting to back up while keeping an eye on the people walking towards me.

And, I didn't mean to trip and fall off the side of the building (more like spin around and have an epic jump off the edge), but I did trip. Somehow, the edge of the building got way closer than I envisioned it before. My heel landed on the edge of the building and slid off, sending me backwards. I felt the air, and felt the dream start to blur vertically around me; on the way down, I was just saying angrily, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was certain I would lose the dream.

I didn't have more than three seconds before hitting the ground below, not feeling much of an impact at all; rather just the feeling of slowing down very fast, as if I'd landed and had sunk down a bit - but no, my feet were not in the cement; I'd landed normally. I looked up and noticed the building was much shorter than it was before; it was only three or four stories high now. I saw Elizabeth look over the edge, now wearing a white coat, but I didn't see the other people anymore. I did look around me, at street level, and observed a white strip of crosswalk rectangles; I was on the sidewalk, and there were no cars whatsoever. I looked around for S.H.I.E.L.D members. I didn't see anyone, but then I saw Whiplash's full-armor suit from the end of Iron Man 2 land in front of me, right on top of the crosswalk I'd seen earlier.

I was annoyed. I was expecting War Machine, but I hadn't visualized enough. "Wrong guy," I told him sternly, in the way I'd tell a character in a play to do something. "Go back, when I turn around, War Machine had better be there." I turned around and looked back; War Machine was now there - his suit looked thicker and slightly larger, especially around the shoulders and feet, but that was fine.

"You", I said in fake surprise. "You're still working with these fools?"

"Sorry man, I don't want to do this."

"Too bad, you're here now. Come on. Fight me. Set an example for everyone else up there."

War Machine held his arm out and fired a small, long bullet at me (it was just positioned loosely on top, without any attachments to the armor); it almost looked like that "ex-wife" thing that totally failed in the movie. This one, however, exploded when it hit me. I used my invulnerability, a very simple power, which let the fire slide right around and past me. The fire spread out and impeded my ability to see for an instance, but then it floated around me, as if there was a current in the air.

The air was filled with disbelief; I actually tried to make sure of this because I knew I was starting to lose my lucidity, and I wanted to keep the fight going with the same style and using the same plot. "Stay lucid, I'm dreaming, for crying out loud!" I said to myself.

As I become less and less lucid, the fight became less realistic. I got to hand-to-hand combat with War Machine, in which the blows only landed softly. When I was hit by a punch or another attack, I'd feel a bit of an impact, but then it'd slide off me like I was made of jello. When I punched his armor, I'd feel my hand flinch slightly, which I definitely didn't want to happen (not unless I was an ordinary character with no special abilities). At least I didn't lose in the end. He flew away a good two or three minutes afterwards; after he landed the last blow, in which I wiped my hand across my mouth and smirked confidently.

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 vivid dream. The contents of the dream left something to be desired though. This came after a short WBTB that I did, which involved getting a glass of water from the kitchen and then returning to bed. I also did a few finger-counting RCs in the interim.

It was the middle of the night, just like the WBTB I had just performed. The lights in the house were off, and the only light came from some outside lamplight that was spilling through an external glass mural along the stairway in my house. The stairs were lighter hardwood than in real life. I remember walking down the stairs from the middle landing and briefly thinking that I could be dreaming. I did a finger-count RC and counted five fingers. Nope, not dreaming. I observed my hand and it looked smoother than normal, as if there wasn't much texture on the skin and fingernails. The fingers were also a bit pudgier than normal, but I didn't notice this until I woke up. I continued walking down the stairs and the dream faded.

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

This continuous lucid dream story will revolve around the aftermath of the films Iron Man 2, Thor, and The Incredible Hulk, which will not culminate in the Avengers team but something different. Many of the lines are rehearsed in daydreams so the actual dreams should play out relatively well. I don't know much about the Marvel universe (I've only seen the movies) and dreams are often unpredictable, so the story will probably have errors and mishaps, but I'll do my best. This is "part 2" of hopefully many more dreams.

Plot Intro:

- I'm a qualified computer sciences and biochem scientist who is good at hacking computers.
- I moved to New York a few days prior to the incident with Emil Blonsky in Harlem, then I saw the news flashes about it and statements from General Ross and figured something just didn't sit right.
- I hacked into the mainframe of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database and got intel on Bruce Banner, including files of the preliminary "accident", and Ross's amendment-violating treatment of him.
- Because of sheer luck, I found a suitable cure for Bruce's gamma poisoning and managed to successfully test it on myself after a lot of headache-inducing equipment and resource scavenging. Now I needed to find Bruce before S.H.I.E.L.D. and Ross did.

As you might be able to tell, you'll be seeing more of Bruce Banner than any other character. He is currently played by Edward Norton. I've also noticed that in the majority of my lucids, I'm invulnerable and have super strength, hence the reason I decided to make myself a guinea pig for this "cure". It fits my preexisting lucid dream profile and will make things easier. I will also run into Eric Lensherr, played by Michael Fassbender, who will also side with me and perhaps instigate some cool dream fights of his own. Maybe he will cause problems.

My Notes:

The majority of this dream had high-level lucidity, good control, and really, really good recall. I'm satisfied with most of it.

I was at the mall. Actually, this was a real mall, and one in my city that I just went to the day before. In real life, it has two floors chocked full of shops, a big opening in the middle so you could look across the mall and see other stores. It also has a tall glass ceiling. But in the dream, it had three levels, with ceilings that were slightly lower than normal, and the lighting had an almost "warm" tone to it. There were lots of people walking around.

I became lucid within moments. I did the nose-plug RC which failed, but I was positive that I was dreaming, so I counted my fingers. I don't just look at my fingers and count them, though, because I might skip a number or a finger. So, I bent each finger as I went along. One, two, three, four, five.

Hm. That's not right.

I looked up, shook my hand out, and looked at it again. I didn't realize anything strange about it until I counted again: one, two, three, four, five, and six! I bent each finger until I got to the last one, which didn't bend until I willed, or expected, it to. It felt strange, as if I really did have an extra digit. "Yes, I thought I might be dreaming!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands and looking around. I looked up at the glass ceiling of the mall and realized that it was cloudy, and fairly dark outside, as if the sun was about to set. "Okay, first thing's first. Teleporting."

I turned around and was facing a jewelery store. This store was open and had no doors; it was just a walk-in one. It had deep purple walls and a beveled, golden sign at the back of the store (it was only about twenty feet deep) that said something like "Ben Moss" in italics. Inside, there was the usual line-up of rectangular glass display counters, which I didn't really take the time to observe. There were no lights, but the the store was well-lit. I saw one man on the right-hand side; he was older, grey hair, and was wearing a black suit with a pale peach tie. It was rather ugly. His small, rectangular-shaped glasses with gray frames suited the tie well - I guess I could say that both of them were ugly!

I had to summon a door. Teleporting from the inside of a building to the outside of one is an easy task, so I just turned away from the store, and turned around. I forgot to visualize there just being a door and no more store, but that didn't really stop a door from being summoned - the store was still there, but on the left wall, there was a basic wooden door like you'd find in a house. I opened it, visualizing strongly - I wanted to be directly outside the pentagon, a large, uh, military base, I believe. The building would be gray, and it would be relatively dark outside. There would be a couple military guards in their camouflage-style outfits, standing up on a ledge with rifle guns, and a fence with barbed wire encircling the area. There would be one main door, a relatively well-hidden one, behind a fenced gate.

This worked out well - I opened the door and walked right into the location I had visualized; I was about fifteen feet away from the front gate, and I could see the pentagon-shaped building behind it. On either side of the front gate was a taller, silver-colored metal fence with a cylindrical ring of barbed wire circling along the top. It was a good setup, albeit it was lighter outside than I'd hoped, and there were only two or three guards. I looked at the sky and put my finger on a moon that I had summoned, dragging it further up into the sky, and rubbing it out with the side of my right hand, lowering the opacity (brightness) of it, like I'd do with an eraser in Photoshop. The light level lowered itself in a choppy fashion instead of smoothly, but regardless of the process, it was now darker. I couldn't see any stars in the sky; it was just a very dark, pale blue that faded into a lighter, more turquoise blue at the horizon - it was actually quite pretty.

I walked forward, not really expecting anything in particular to happen. But, what did happen was what I'd expected - a guard up on the right-hand size of the tall ledge pointed his gun at me. I had to squint slightly to create more details of the person, as it was fairly dark and I could only essentially see his silhouette and the shine of his rifle.

"Freeze!"

I stopped and slowly put my hands up to my head. At this point, I was slightly afraid of losing my lucidity because right here was when I'd step into character and start the first part of the dream plot story. I didn't think much of it, though. I just said to myself, "I am dreaming, do not forget I am dreaming". I intended for that to be said outside of the story, so the DC guard wouldn't react to it. And he didn't react, which kept the story from breaking.

"Hands where I can see them!"

I lifted my hands up into the air, and got down on my knees. I could hear a few people running towards me, and I also heard the jingling of ammunition and guns. I could smell toast, for some reason. I looked to the side and saw two men coming at me with handcuffs. One of them was older than the other; I'd estimate their ages to be forty and probably late-twenties. As soon as the younger man reached out, with the larger-than-normal handcuffs dangling from one of his hands, I took the opportunity to swing out and land an uppercut against his chest, sending him flying back. I could feel the momentum in my hand as I did this, which reminded me of a wrecking ball; the actual contact was more like punching a pillow that was filled with fluff. The guy probably went a good ten feet or so, right past the older man, who looked behind himself and then back at me. I didn't look to see where the person landed or if he just disappeared into the dream, because I was looking at the remaining man.

I casually expected the man to pull out a walkie-talkie or some other form of transmission device. He reached his hand around to his back and pulled out a device that looked like a Cobra MicroTalk MT200, except without the large antennae (it only had a small, short one).

"Tony, we need you", he said.

I hadn't expected the man, who wasn't familiar at all, to presumably talk to Tony Stark. I wondered if I was looking at my dream's rendition of Colonel James Rhodes, which wasn't exactly part of the plot. But I decided to use this to my advantage.

"Do you realize what project you're truly working for?" ..."Project" wasn't the right word, but I didn't realize that in the dream.

"What do you mean?" he said, now starting to sound a bit like Rhodes, even if he didn't look like him.

"I know who put you up to this. But do you know the whole story?"

He pointed the gun at me, squinting and, for some reason, lowering the gun. "Who are you?"

"I know your boss has confiscated the data from Case 20 (a name made up on the fly, because I didn't know what else to say). I know what your boss has done. I'm here to take that data to help the man's life that he's going to destroy."

I stopped to allow for a reaction of some sort, but he just stood there, the gun suddenly pointed at me again, which had happened without a discernible transition or movement. It's strange how dreams do that. I also noticed that it was getting a bit lighter outside.

Continuing, I added, "You have anything to say?" I attempted to coax a statement out of him using dream control.

"I obey orders."

Sometime during this conversation, the man assumed the appearance of Don Cheadle's portrayal of James Rhodes.

"There's something else I should tell you," I warned. "I've found a permanent, well, not quite a cure for his condition."

"That's great," he said, starting to come out of character, which concerned me. He should have been upset with this and hostile. But I ignored it, because I was starting to lose my lucidity. "I am dreaming," I said once. Then I continued. "The thing is, I had to duplicate the gamma infection so I could test it."

I almost felt the dream starting to fade, so I quickly stood up and ran toward Rhodes, trying to look intimidating and throwing a strong punch towards him. He was no longer holding a gun, so he didn't shoot me. Sadly I can't remember any more details past this.

After this, I awoke into a false awakening - I was in bed, and my eyes were shut. I saw four very small numbers behind my eyelids, exactly like the red digits of a digital alarm clock. Believing I was really awake, I tried to DEILD. Nothing happened; it just faded and I woke up for real. I was immediately pleased with the dream and how much it felt like a segment from a movie.

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 mom's minivan, which was a silver Toyota Sienna minivan. It was off, unmoving, and situated in a parkade - one of those multi-story, concrete lots that have ramps to go up to the next level. It was dark outside, and there was only one dim light on in the van - one of the ceiling lights between the driver and front passenger seat. I could see a few street lights that were on. I peered out the window of the van, down the parking lot and into the night for a few minutes, looking at the sidewalk and how quiet the street was. Nobody was walking home from work, or going places. I enjoyed the emptiness and quietness. Eventually, I reached down under the seat I was sitting in - the passenger seat - and pulled out a small ziploc bag with a whole wheat sandwich inside. I never got around to eating it before the dream ended.

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

This dream probably came from the fetal pig dissection I did in Biology class last week.

I was outside in the front playground of my school. The campus was very large; there was a plain, grassy field stretching from the front double-doored entrance of the building to at least fifty metres outwards; you'd then hit a straight, relatively open black metal fence and on the other side would be traffic, immediately after a sidewalk. The average-sized parking lot was on the right-hand side of the field. In the grass-covered field was a strip of neat, undivided track that looped all the way around, but not quite right at the edges of the field. It left the outside foot or two of the field uncovered, with more grass.

I was on the track, walking towards a crowd of people, probably ten or so. A few others would walk towards it as this section of the dream went on. The crowd was concentrated in a small bunch; as I was walking, there were more people on the right than on the left; on the left was a teacher that I could not identify, but she had short ginger hair and glasses, and looked about the age of 55 or so. She looked up at me as I came down the track and stopped to look at what was causing the commotion.

There was a younger girl on the ground, probably around 10 or so. She was heavier-built and had olive skin, dark (probably black) hair, and was wearing a cream dress with pink and red flowers. It was a pretty outfit, however, she was lying there and I didn't know why.

"What's happening?" I asked someone to my right, and not the teacher.

"She's losing blood," they replied.

I looked at the girl again; she was barely moving but she was clearly in pain. For what the dream's worth, I somehow believed that she really was becoming anemic, even though I could see absolutely no injuries or blood at all, and I (along with everyone else) couldn't do anything to help her. After a few moments, the girl rolled over to rest on her back and didn't move.

I wasn't sad, but rather furious. I turned and started angrily walking towards the front doors of the school, passing a drop-off loop that was winding around a central rise in the ground, covered in grass with two regular-sized trees. I pushed open the doors, which were mostly glass with teal frames, and ten walked five or six more steps. I pushed through a second set of doors and then got into the main foyer, or atrium of the school. Light poured in as it would in real life; the ceiling was three stories high, and paned with glass. I looked straight forward - the front reception desk was a few half-steps down, about ten metres away. I looked at the person behind the wide, clean desk that had a room behind it, with large white photocopiers and printers. She was a woman in her mid-twenties, fair-skinned and with glasses. Her hair was dirty blonde colored, and she was wearing dark gray work attire, with a pink and dark red tie.

I started to walk towards her. "Hey." The tone of my voice was accusatory, frank, and impatient.

When she didn't look up, I spoke again, louder this time, completely pissed off now (but sure that what I was doing was right) - "hey!"

She looked up at me as I reached the desk.

"You mother f&$@%#s, you just let a kid die when you could have done something about it!" I scolded angrily, throwing my hand in her face.

She flinched a bit, stood up, and then asked me to follow her. I veered to the right of the desk, walking through a polished wooden door with a brass doorknob. When I opened the door, I saw the woman on the other side - she must have gone through a door in the room on her side of the desk, was my reasoning. I entered a hallway, with slightly dimmed lighting. The hallway was fairly short, probably only 8 metres long, and had light grey walls.

I followed her down the hallway and it opened up into a room that had a warm coloration to it - maroon flooring with detailed gold-colored patterns on it. The room had four wall, and was rectangular in shape. On one of the longer walls, there were five or six large panes of glass for windows. Looking outside, one would see the small clearing of what looked like a rainforest... A well-lit rainforest, where you could see the pale yellow tint of the sun beig caught on the vegetation. The windows provided a perfect, non-cloudy and unobstructed view of this, but I paid next to no attention to it.

In the middle of the room, going along the length of it with a few feet to spare on either side, was an island-like bar. On it were hamster and bird cages, mostly black. I remember looking inside one and seeing a green/yellow parakeet, and a pink plastic hamster wheel. We turned to the left to go around the bar; once we got around to the other side, I saw crates on the floor - for cats. I saw inside one as I walked by, observing; there was a pale orange tabby whose face almost looked like it could smile at me - almost elastic.

We kept walking down the other side of the bar, and then the woman opened a door; we went through it and got to some sort of storage facility - concrete floors painted a light pale blue, with some paint peeling here and there to reveal pale, darker yellow crust underneath. The walls were basic, unfinished-looking concrete. The place didn't look "run down", but it could've used a paint job and some new light fixtures - the yellow, saucer-shaped lightbulbs, with a texture like that of a car headlight, were cracked. The lighting was fairly normal, though. Well, for a warehouse.

The room was lined with a few large fridges, and lots of cardboard boxes. I also remember explicitly seeing a black stereo... One of those big, rectangular black ones with te antenna sticking out. We turned a corner and were now facing a wall with yet another door. This door had ice, or frost around the edges, and was metal, almost dark red in color. The woman was still ahead of me, leading me, so I let her open the door.

I walked in and I saw frozen animals hanging by string from the ceiling; it was that straw-like stuff; thinner but strong. The animals were basically just meat, no skin or anything. It was like looking at a sirloin steak, except it wasn't just the sirloin but the whole cow (or pig!). The animals actually looked like they could be thrown onto a big barbecue and cooked; there was a few pieces of frost and crystallized ice on them and this just made them look really appetizing.

I casually looked at the animals as we walked down the room, curving over to the right, passing a large, light gray horizontal freezer. The woman turned around, and her appearance had changed - now, she was a few years younger, had lighter blonde hair, and was wearing a white doctor's coat. "This might be a bit disturbing", she told me as she pulled out a pig's head. Again, it wasn't bloody or anything nasty; it looked just like, well, frozen meat. The jaw was missing, with a flat indent along the cheek as if someone had pressed the flat side of a knife's blade into it.

"See that?" she asked me as I walked a step closer, but keeping my distance. "That's how the jaw was removed."

That's all I can remember.

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

A not-so-vivid dream involving me on the computer. I only remember a very small portion of it - what was on the screen. I don't even remember where I was, or what kind of computer I was using. Maybe I could only see the screen in the dream and nothing else?

The computer screen was set to Dreamviews. I was on a thread page, and while I cannot remember the title, I had one of my own posts in the center of the screen. It looked relatively normal; the user titles and info was on the left, and the post content was on the right. My signature was missing, though, and I don't even know what was written in the comment section of my post. I had my attention on my username to the left of the post. The staff had surprised me by making me a Moderator on Dreamviews, and I was looking at my username, seeing if the processing of the change from Dream Guide to Moderator was complete. Apparently it wasn't an instantaneous change.

If someone is a Dream Guide, their username is green. If they are a Moderator, their username is blue. To indicate my account was still in the middle of processing its new status as Moderator, only two letters in my username were blue. The other letters were still green. More letters were supposed to become blue as time elapsed. Essentially, it looked like this:

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:
Another Marvel-themed dream! It must be because I watched X-Men: First Class yesterday at midnight.

It was daytime, but the sky about to get darker as the evening rolled in. I was outside a Shoppers Drug Mart building, which was located in the middle of a larger parking lot. This building was probably half the size of a normal Shoppers, and it was located on top of a sidewalk-like rise off the ground, just like real life. The parking lot itself wasn't too populated by cars; there were maybe ten or fifteen scattered around (but neatly parked).

I walked towards the Shoppers and noticed that there was a large lineup of people; they were double-filing, the line going right along the side of the building towards not the front entrance, but the back. I went around the building and saw that there was one door, a basic back-entrance door, which was a white pane with... glass?

Here, I remember seeing a man with black hair and wearing a True North jacket. He turned around and told me to "get lost". This didn't suit well with me, but I ignored it and walked away. I knew what I was looking for wouldn't be there - I was looking for a large structure similar to a water tower. It has a long, cylindrical base, the inside containing a winding, metal staircase with railings, and about ten feet in diameter. At the top was a golf-ball like sphere, almost like that familiar structure at Disney's Epcot, although the bevels aren't as deep, and the sphere itself not as big; half the size would be a good estimate.

I had been there before, but I forgot where the structure was located. In the dome at the top was supposed to be Cerebro, a device that could amplify telepathic brainwaves (as in the X-Men movies). I was looking for Cerebro because I had "good reason to believe" that there was a S.H.I.E.L.D base stationed underneath it. For some reason, I already knew that it was a larger, circular room with a diameter of about fifteen feet across, lots of glowing computer screens adorning one side of it, and a round, doughnut-hole-style table encompassing the whole of it. There would be chairs on the outside of this table, and lots of government papers on it.

I continued to walk; sometime during this, the dream jumped ahead. I was now in a museum-like setting. It was a relatively wide, and winding hallway. There were scenery exhibits along one of the walls, divided from the public section of the hallway by the average museum bars (or whatever you choose to call them). These bars were black and looked normal. There were quite a few people at the exhibit, which was relatively well-lit but darker than a museum should have been. There were a few spots of brighter light hitting the exhibitions here and there, but I never looked up so I don't know what the source of them was. As for the exhibitions themselves, I only remember one - there was a lot of fine gravel and pale sand, and some huge spider plants, probably three or four feet tall, on top of this material. There were some big, fairly flat grey rocks right up against the wall. A large, white but somewhat translucent dragon was sprawled along this gravel and sand; its long, oriental-style body crossed where the public would walk and ended up on another, similar exhibit on the other side of the hallway. The upper body, neck, and head curled around into a spiral. The color of the dragon was pretty much white, with a slight bit of yellow, and slightly (but not by much) transparent.

I walked towards the head of the dragon, but didn't actually go over/under the black bar and onto the exhibit; I stayed in the public section of the hallway. I decided that I wanted to exit and "try to find Cerebro again" (I'm unsure as to whether I thought that or muttered it out loud), so I started to look for signs that showed the way out. On the wall, I saw a black rectangular piece of plastic, probably only about 15x9 inches big, with a thin yellow arrow on it. The head of the arrow took up most of the space, while the line was only a mere two or three inches long. I walked in the direction of the arrow, back where I had been walking from, and then saw another one - it was facing the opposite direction. I looked behind me and got really confused.

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:
You know when you have a dream, and it's in a complex location? And you know exactly what it looks like, but when you try to visualize it more strongly, the details don't come? And then you find it even harder to put it into words as time passes and you forget even the pieces you do know how to describe? That's what happened when I tried to remember and write this entry. At least this dream gave me an idea for a new dream plot. I've been thinking it may be fun to do an overarching plot in my lucids.

I was in my house, on the second floor in the hallway. In this hallway, there is a half-wall that opens up to the first floor, which you could see if you peered over it. If you look out towards the wall, there's also a big window that looks out the front of the house. Below this window is a large pair of white doors (the main entrance to the house), and basically a big room with plain beige walls and cream tile flooring. It was like this in the dream. However, I couldn't see outside the big window because while I could see the yellow light of the sun shining through, the glass appeared to have many, very small raindrops, almost like mist, on it. Like it was fogged up.

I became lucid here. This wasn't the first time I'd become aware that I was dreaming while in this location; it's happened a few times before. The lucidity wasn't particularly high, but it was high enough to have some sense of dream control.

"Yeah! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed, as per always. Then I put my arms straight at my side, shoulders back slightly, and bent my wrists so that my palms were perpendicular to the ground, my fingers tilted more behind me than to the side. This was the flight position for the Iron Man suit, my main method of flight. For this, I already imagine that I'm in the suit, just to save dream time. I imagined the flight stabilizers turning on and the rockets under my feet to begin going.

Nothing.

"Fuck," I complained. "...Forgot to turn the button on," I finished, improvising wildly, trying not to get disconcerted because I knew it would make dream control twice as hard. I pushed a random area of the suit, not feeling a button, but only imagining the feeling of it being pushed in. The button I pushed was located on my right shoulder. I tried to take off again, with more conviction than before, and it worked - I took off. The half-wall was now gone (who knows when that happened; I hadn't been paying attention), and the window had opened like a garage door. The glass and frame was now perpendicular to the ground, at a 90^o with the ceiling. Outside, I saw a huge forest with two big empty patches. Behind the forest were mountains. From where I was, these patches just looked like bare, gravelly ground and box-like, metal and smooth grey concrete factory buildings.

I started to fly, pushing off out through the window and blasting towards these buildings. I aimed for the forest patch on my right.

During this, I lost my lucidity. The dream skipped, and I was now on the top of one of these box-like buildings, crouched up against a smaller wall on the rooftop. Beside me was Bruce Banner, a character from the Marvel franchise, who is currently played by Edward Norton. He was looking around.

The buildings were made of solid sheets of grey concrete, which were rather smooth (albeit still slightly rough), and they had nails in the places where the sheets met. The buildings were in very, very close proximity to one another.

A bomb went off on top of the building to our right. Not many chunks of building or anything else came flying outwards, but I did see pieces of fabric and a relatively small spray of concrete; the pieces sprinkled down in front of us, some falling in between the two buildings, down to the ground which we couldn't see. We also couldn't see on top of the exploded building, because it was taller than the one we were crouched down on, but we knew that there were people coming to exploit some sort of fuel for powering rockets. This wasn't spoken, but it was simply intuition.

I looked at Bruce and finally observed what he was wearing. He was wearing slightly baggier pants, and a loose, cream-colored long-sleeved shirt made of somewhat heavier fabric. There were two very thin, cylindrical gray lines, made of perhaps leather, that curved from the neck of the shirt to around the sides of the waist. The shirt looked very normal, but the details were cool.

We both had our back against the wall; I was really crouched down, but Bruce was standing up more. He looked at me, leaning in slightly and his gaze darted around nervously. Then he turned away and peered up slightly, trying to get a better view of what was happening above the building to the left of us. I could hear small bombshells, and guns going off around, but the sounds weren't too loud.

"We going to do this?" I asked, tired of waiting, and started to get up and run towards the building.

He held out his hand and stopped me, my shoulder pressing against his hand rather painfully. As soon as he took his hand away, a mere moment later, the soreness went away. "No, I'll deal with it this time," he said. His eyes turned a pale shade of green and he looked back at the building. "You've done enough," he said.

A man in a black jumpsuit, and black ski goggles with an orange accent around them, appeared. He was carrying the metal end of a grappling hook and a handgun, and he aimed the gun at Bruce. I heard a tapping sound, which I assumed upon waking that it was the gun shooting a bullet, but instead of a bullet, it shot a grappling hook. No smoke or any other effects appeared. The other hook was still in the man's hand as the gun's hook traveled, somewhat slower than it should have, towards Bruce. He held out his hand and as soon as the sharp front end of the hook contacted it, it ricocheted off and traveled fast into the adjacent building, as if the contact with Bruce's hand had caused it to accelerate. It disappeared without a trace after that. During this event, I seemed to take a third-person point of view. I watched myself and Bruce from ten or so feet away.

The dream skipped again. I was now back in first-person POV, and I was in a passenger plane that had beige leather seats. I knew that it was a higher class plane. I could also hear that weird, quiet drone you experience while flying in an airplane. But I cannot remember anything past that.

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 week at school, I was using the school computers to make a powerpoint presentation for my Chemistry class. I finished a few of the slides on Monday and saved the file. Then I opened up the file on another computer and finished the rest of the presentation. When I went to present it yesterday for class, instead of giving me the finished version of the file, it gave me the version with only the first few slides. I didn't know how this happened and even now I don't know. This must have been the reason for the following dream.

A very short dream. I was my room, sitting on a plush, red, cube-shaped chair at my desk. The desk was fairly deep, black-stained wood, with metal handles for the two drawers on the left-hand side. My silver macbook pro was sitting on the center of the desk, and my printer was on the back left corner. Unlike in real life, there were no posters on the beige walls where the desk was positioned. There was no lamp, or photos... It was empty. There was nothing on the floor, either. The lighting in the room was a bit dim and moody.

I turned to the left, facing the door to my room. I expected the principal of my school to walk in at any moment. However, she was already in the room; she was sitting on a regular fold-out plastic and metal chair.

"Finally, you're here," I told her, completely ignoring how I'd been waiting for her to arrive despite the fact she was already in my bedroom. "I've been having problems with my files at school. You have to call the I.T. guys to come over here and see what the problem is."

That's all I remember.

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

Dream 2
Compulsory Volunteering

I was in front of the entrance to my school's athletic center; this entrance consisted of two large double-doors painted a pale turquoise, against drywall that was painted a very light beige. Vending machines were on either side of the doors (not the case in real life). If you were to exit the athletic center and into the hallway (where I was standing), and turn right, you'd get to an open flight of solid stairs.

The lighting in the school was dimmer than normal. I could see people walking up and down the stairs, and past me too. I didn't recognize any of their faces, which I could've sworn were kind of blurry.

I did recognize one person, however - I saw my friend walk up to me and say, "what are you doing? Come on!"

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was very confused. But for some reason, then I suddenly knew what was going on. "Ugh... What time is it?"

"Eight".

She must have meant eight at night, because I felt somewhat tired and was thinking about how I just 'wanted to go home for the night'. Not to mention, the lights were dim and that only happens when the school is closing down for the night. I whined, "I don't want to stay and volunteer for the debate."

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 think I did a mini CAT (cycle adjustment technique) this morning! I always get up at 7:00 in the morning, but today I set my alarm for 6:30 because I wanted to get up early to work on my speech for school elections. I was woken up by the alarm, but then I decided to sleep in some more. I fell asleep and had two dreams, the first of which was rather long. I'll write them as separate entries.

Dream 1
Flying the Plane, Dodging the Train, and the Young Thieves

It was early in the morning. The sunless sky was casting a yellow glare on the scenery. I was outside my house, facing the road perpendicular to the driveway, which I was standing on. This driveway was situated off a small crescent road, of which came off the side of a three-lane road in a quiet neighborhood. The driveway wasn't in very good condition; the concrete was smashed in some areas, there were a few cracks, and there were also bits of rock and stone in places. The grass on either side of the driveway was clean and a nice green color, and the sidewalk crossing the driveway looked relatively normal, almost perfectly in line with the road.

I started to walk off the driveway, and then I set foot onto the crescent. As soon as I took my third step down it, I was stopped by my mother, who had come up from behind me. She grabbed me by the arm and shouted accusations, including "get back in the house now or I'll tell everyone what you did!".

Although I wasn't lucid, I exhibited some form of dream control. I hissed at her and immediately proceeded to shapeshift into a red, traditional-looking Chinese dragon. I didn't feel the transition, but I did see my arms and tail curl around, from the corner of my eye. I growled at her, and pushed off the ground, shooting into the air. I made an arc that was around fifty feet long, and then landed back on the ground. For some reason, I "knew" that I'd lost her, and she wasn't following me at the moment because she didn't know where I was.

I was now on a country-like gravel road with normal city houses on either side, which almost made it look like a normal street. There were a few tall, gray, 40-story or so buildings in the back, mostly with large glass windows like you'd see in a big city such as Minneapolis. I didn't turn to see what was behind me, as I was looking ahead - there were telephone poles and their wires on either side of the street, going parallel to it (like they would do in real life). There were also some wires that criss-crossed and ended up going from one side to the other. A few wires were even hanging loosely down; these wires were so (impossibly, given the distance between the two sides) long that they were right on the middle of the road.

Ahead of me, there was a small yellow plane, facing directly down the road and away from me. It looked like a Seagull Models "Yak 54". It was about four feet tall, not quite big enough to fit a person. However, the cockpit wasn't really in the plane but sticking out. I stepped into the plane, and when I was settled in the cockpit, only my waist and below was inside. My upper body was sticking out on top. The plane had a black-and-silver steering wheel like that of a car, but it didn't have just a few large connections between the outer ring and the inner circle; it had many thin connections. It reminded me of a ship's wheel. But this wheel was also pretty small, only two thirds the size of a dinner plate. I grabbed it, and the plane took off by itself. I didn't need to push any buttons or anything.

I flew down the road, and I had to dodge a telephone wire that was hanging vertically downwards, a bit to my right. It didn't seem to be hanging from anything, it was jus suspended in air. I veered left, and now there were two wires crossing the space where I was about to fly. These, too, didn't seem to be connected to anything. I pulled on the wheel to raise the plane up, and I flew just over top of the wires, almost hitting them.

After two or three minutes, I landed. Between the initial takeoff and landing, however, was a seamless blend of location. I was no longer flying down a road, but I was going down a train track along the side of a rocky cliff. Rugged mountains dotted the area; there was also one mountain especially close to the left side of the tracks. The rocks were grey with some brown, and the ground was also brown rock, somewhat dusty in areas. My plane had changed from being yellow to a deep orange color with a few indiscernible black accents. I was going down this track, flying just a few inches above it. I knew that my mother was coming after me on a train. I knew the train was yellow with black points, and some silver and grey; it looked like a CN Railway train except with the different colors.

I also knew she was right behind me. I came to an entrance to a sort of "valley" on the cliff, and I jumped off my plane (which continued to veer down the tracks by itself) and ran around a big tall boulder to hide. I knew if my mother went through here, she would continue down the tracks without realizing she'd passed me. At this time, my sister came out of nowhere and knelt down beside me, behind the same rock. I told her, "Stay here, she won't find us".

I knew the train was coming. The train itself made no noise whatsoever, but I heard metal vibrating on the tracks, which was almost like a thumping noise. My view had now changed from first-person to third-person; I cannot tell exactly when this happened, but it did. I saw the train, which consisted of at least five cars, turn sharply and come around the boulder to where we were. Instead of crashing into us, however, it veered right off the side of the cliff.

My sister didn't exist in the dream anymore, so I went around the boulder toward the railway tracks. My plane was sitting right there for some reason, as if it hadn't gone flying down the tracks earlier. It was missing the seat and the wheel, though. I looked down the tracks, and the mountains/boulders had now changed to a more brownish rock, and there were tall buildings on either side, almost like an alleyway. The atmosphere got a bit foggier, as well.

Looking down the tracks, I saw two boys. They were wearing clothes that looked like they were from the 1800s - grey pants and shirts, with jackets and messenger hats. I also noticed that one of them was holding the two missing parts of my plane. I ran at them, and they started to book it. The boy who wasn't carrying the parts ran faster, but the other one was rather sluggish. It was easy to catch up, push him forward a bit, and grab the two parts right out of his hands. "You shouldn't do that!" I scolded.

The dream skipped again. I was now walking down the inside of a hallway. This hallway was probably five feet wide - not that large. However, it was very long. There were polished wooden doors (to dressing rooms, in particular) on either side; each of them were spaced about thirty feet apart or so. The lighting was dark, and pale greenish-blue, which cast a weird glow on the very pale, dark blue tiles spaced by white grout. I remember seeing small glowing yellow balls of light around the ceiling that provided some illumination, but not much. As I walked down the hallway, the doors turned into dark blue tents that were actually inside the walls. Basically, the entrance flap on the front of each tent was on the wall, and when you'd go through it, into the actual tent, that part was inside the wall.

I passed these tents as if everything was normal. After a few moments of walking, I started to see people in huge, extravagant costumes. These costumes mostly consisted of a small white masquerade masks. Attached to the masks were huge, long, detailed feathers of many colours that spanned out and hid the shape of peoples' faces and upper bodies. On peoples' legs were heavy, baggy pants, which looked almost velvety. These pants were dark blue and black. Overall, these features made the people look a bit scary, but I wasn't afraid in the dream.

I just kept walking.

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 bedroom from my childhood, looking through things in my closet. The room had light tan carpet, a basic upright wooden dresser, and a bunkbed which consisted of red for the bottom half and blue for the upper. Or vice versa, I can't remember. The lighting was normal, almost a bit brighter than it I'd have expected it to be. My closet was the length of the room (with the exception of a spot for the door) and a few feet deep - the room itself was about 11 by 11 feet - and it had two sliding wooden doors.

There was a blue box in the deeper, left-hand side of the closet. Other than that, the closet was empty. The blue box was large, large enough that you could pick up and curl your arms around. Inside, there was a box of facial tissue, some unrecognizable toys, and then I pulled out a large Iron Man figure. It was probably about twenty inches tall and looked very realistic, and the toy itself was made of metal pieces instead of plastic. I knew that it was remote-controlled, but I didn't know where the controller was.

I put it to the side and proceeded to keep digging. After a few moments I found another, slightly smaller toy; this time it was of the Iron Man "suitcase" armor from Iron Man 2. This toy wasn't remote-controlled. There were many small pieces on it, and unfortunately some had fallen off, namely a shoulder, a panel of grey metal on the front, and the headpiece. I snapped them back on easily, and left the room with the toy, intending to show it to my sister. There was no door, but simply an entranceway to the left of the open closet. I ended up exiting into the house that I am currently living in, and walked right into the living room without going through a hallway. I forgot about showing the toy to my sister, and I don't think I was even holding it anymore.

The living room was square-shaped, about 20 by 20 feet, with hardwood floors, a flatscreen television lying on an obliquely-placed entertainment center in the corner of the room, and windows that went along nearly the entire wall. It was dark outside, but I could see that there was quite a bit of snow on the ground, probably ten inches or so, all shoveled into normal-looking piles on the sides of the roads and driveway.