Puffin

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

I can't remember the beginning or ending of this dream, but I do know that I was in a marketplace-like area inside a mall! Specifically, I was in a shop that had ceilings that were slightly lower than average for a mall store, and polished, flat gray stones for flooring. There were many people walking around, but it wasn't so crowded that I couldn't get around. The place was well-lit, with lighting that was yellow-orange, which gave it a warm, welcoming vibe. There were a few ledges to sit on, with potted plants scattered around nicely.

This is where the dream gets a bit wierd.

I was a mermaid - half fish, half person, and clocking in at about 4 feet tall. I was walking around like a normal person at this time, though, trying to escape a man who was going to kill me and sell my body to a science symposium, organization, or something I couldn't articulate. I had seen the man near the beginning of the dream. I know the man was in a black business suit, and he had a monocle on his left eye. He was wearing a short black top hat, and he was carrying a suitcase. In his other hand, he had a small knife with a blade made from wood, and decorated with a few gold accents.

I had already asked someone if they could smuggle me out of the mall without being detected, and they told me no. I then walked over to a woman with blonde-brown hair. She looked relatively average-looking, and was wearing a tan jacket and had a brown leather handbag. It was the same shape and color as a Prada Cervo Antik bag, but a bit bigger.

"Excuse me?" I asked the lady, "someone's going to kill me and I really need to hide!"

She zipped open her handbag, and I got in. I had to squeeze a bit, but I managed to curl my knees up towards my head and get most of my body inside. My head stuck out a bit, though, so the bag wouldn't close up all the way. I could see outside the bag, but at the same time I could see inside of it - it was dark and hard to breathe.

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 was my first good lucid dream in months. If only I could remember more of what happened towards the end.

It was starting to get dark. I was walking towards the kitchen in my house, which was located on the first floor. It had cherry hardwood floors, a round glass table, and four bar-stool like chairs. There was also an island, which had a granite countertop, same as the rest of the countertops along the walls. Everything looked normal, albeit the lights were off so I couldn't see as well.

Then and there, I became lucid. "Wait a second, things don't feel right." Then, I plugged my nose and checked to see if I could breathe, which worked. "Oh my god, I'm fucking dreaming!" I exclaimed, getting excited in the usual way. I looked at my hands because I hadn't done the finger-count RC for a while. Everything looked normal; I actually counted five fingers on each hand. I looked away, and I still strongly knew that I was in a dream so I checked again. This time, I saw six fingers on my left hand, and five normal fingers on my right, with an additional pinky coming off the side of my hand. I touched it and I could feel with that finger. It was gross.

Something strange happened next - I wasn't excited and didn't get too focused on my hands, but things around me still began to get blurrier and grow larger. The color scheme of the dream became light lime, grey, and white, and I couldn't discern ordinary objects from one another anymore. I looked at my hands, which were also slightly blurry but looked normal, and rubbed them together. "Clarity, clarity, clarity," I said until the dream returned to its "normal" appearance. But I wasn't in the kitchen anymore, I was outside on the driveway. It was daytime; the sky was pale blue.

At this point, I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I expected a car to drive up onto the street connected to the driveway. I did this without visualizing the car itself, although I wanted an Audi of some sort. A car turned the corner and it was amazing - an Audi R8 convertible had stopped in front of me. It was light silver with the black accents on the side. I didn't expect to see someone driving the car, but my subconscious chose Edward Norton. He had a buzz cut and he was wearing a dark, pale green golf shirt. "Get in, hurry up!" he said, smiling.

I was a bit disconcerted. As I opened the door, which required very little effort, I asked him, "why are you here?"

He laughed, looking down at the wheel. "In that case, you drive." He got out and walked away from the car, disappearing around the corner.

I hopped over to the driver's side and started to drive. I pushed down on the gas pedal as hard as I could. The car accelerated to perhaps 30 km/h, but that wasn't fast enough even though I was slamming down on the gas. Instead of simply expecting it to go faster, I rammed my foot onto the pedal harder, and the car eventually sped up. It reached a top speed of about 120 km/h, which felt amazing.

"Woohoo!" I exclaimed, once again becoming excited. I could feel myself being pushed back into my seat, as well as the wind around 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

It was daytime. I was at a vacation resort in some country like Mexico. The buildings around me were colorful, and set up like shops that bordered around a large, square-shaped central clearing. They had arc-shaped entrances instead of doors.

I walked over to one building and it had two basic, long cylindrical metal poles coming up out of the ground, with a clothesline going from the top of one to the other. A foot or so down the poles, there was another clothesline. Hanging from these two clotheslines, slightly overlapping each other, were white shirts (mainly t-shirts). I looked at them, and browsed for a few minutes. I recall seeing one with a t-rex on it, but the colors were too faded so I didn't want to buy it.

The shopkeeper walked up to me while I was looking. He was wearing some sort of apron around his waist, and a light blue visor.

"Why are the colors so faded?" I asked him.

"They're 3D," was the reply, and he pointed to the shirts. I looked back at them and the layout of them changed, although I didn't notice this in the dream. Three Breaking Bad shirts, in the middle of the clothesline, stood out to me. I went to them right away because I'm a fan of Breaking Bad.

The first t-shirt on the right had a portrait of Gale, one character from the series. It showed him from the shoulders-up, his two hands holding different objects - one was a marijuana leaf, and the other was a bag of what I presumed to be crystal meth. His face was intent and almost creeped me out a bit. I looked at the t-shirt in the center next. It had a very small picture of Jesse Pinkman in his hoodie. It was probably only three or four inches big. The last t-shirt had a picture of the Breaking Bad logo, with the smoky green background. The edges of the image blended out into the t-shirt, creating a nice transition. All three t-shirts had the faded colors, so I was still put off from buying one, but then I looked closer at this shirt. I moved myself up and down and realized it was three-dimensional, and almost played a short clip like a movie as you moved your position. You may have seen those "movie" bookmarks in a Hallmark or other cards store before. That's what they were like.

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

It was late at night. The street lights on the road were dim, not bright like they should have been. My father was driving his car, a black 2009 Infiniti with cherry accents inside the interior, at around forty miles an hour down this two-lane road. I was in the passenger seat.

After a few moments of silence, I began to talk about hallucinogens.

"I can enter a state of sleep paralysis using them," I told him. "It's pretty cool. You should try them sometime."

I've never used hallucinogens before and don't plan to. But this dream fragment still shocked me a little bit!

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:
There was a whole other dream before this one, but I seem to have forgotten it. Maybe I'll remember over the course of today and write it down, too.

I was in the center of a ground-level vehicle parkade, which had low ceilings and was made almost entirely of gray concrete. The parkade was situated in a vehicle-centric city, because I could hear many cars driving around outside, but the noises were very quiet and hollow-sounding. There were small pot lights in the ceiling, but most of the light came from the sunlight outside, because there was a fair amount of it pouring in from the open sides of the building.

I was standing right beside a silver Toyota Sienna, or at least it looked like one. It's difficult to tell in a dream unless you're lucid, and I wasn't paying much attention to it from the start. At this point, I knew my mother was outside the parkade, paying for a parking ticket. She had started up the van with her remote vehicle starter, and I was keeping an eye out for it in case someone decided to get inside and steal it. Anyone could just walk into the van and drive away because it was all ready to go. That's when I saw a man walking by me. He was wearing a purple hoodie which looked fairly large for him, and blue jeans.

He then stopped and turned to me, saying, "hello, what's up?"

I said, "just waiting for my mother to get back and drive us home."

"In that case," he said, looking at the van and starting to walk around to the driver's side, "I'll take it home myself." The words carried a hint of aloofness, like he didn't care what happened. But clearly he wanted to steal it.

I ran around the side of the van and grabbed one of the white drawstrings of his hoodie, the ones that came from inside the hood. I pulled on it, not thinking I could do anything else, and started to yank him away. I saw the other drawstring and grabbed it too; now I was pulling on both of them. I proceeded to yank him away from the van, despite his protests of "hey! What are you doing?" and other, more nonsensical phrases that I can't remember.

After waking up, I realized the man looked exactly like Kevin Spacey, and he spoke like him too. I also laughed because I realized how stupid I had looked, pulling on the strings of the guy's sweater to get him away from the van.

Additional note:
I had a WILD breakthrough last night. I tried my luck at WILDing to see if I could break my dryspell that's lasted for over a year. I listened to white noise this time, a static-like sound, and within about twenty minutes I was extremely relaxed and felt my thoughts going in strange directions, without me voluntarily thinking about anything. It was a strange feeling, but one I remembered from a while ago. I also started to see small dots of white flashing around, which I observed for a mere few seconds. I accidentally forgot to stay calm and woke myself out of it.

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

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

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

Notes:
Yay, completed the TOTM!

It was pretty dark outside. I'm guessing it was about midnight, but it wasn't too dark because of illumination from street lights. I was walking down a sidewalk in some random suburban neighborhood, with a small group of people. There weren't any fences, just houses blocked here and there like usual. There was snow on the ground.

The people I was walking with were my friend from school, and Rorschach from Watchmen. He wasn't wearing his mask, but he was wearing his trench coat and hat. I can't remember what my friend was wearing.

I suddenly became lucid after walking for a few minutes, and I saw the snow. Immediately I knew this would be a good time to complete the basic task of the month - to hit a DC with a snowball. I figured hitting my friend wouldn't be as interesting as Rorschach, so I picked up a clump of snow (which felt more like the fake stuff) and tossed it at him. The ball didn't break, but instead it just fell to the ground as it whacked against his hat, which fell off.

He didn't turn to face me, but just looked down and laughed humorously.

"I'm going now guys," I said. "Bye!"

I proceeded to start running and take off into the air with my usual flying technique. In a few moments, I realized I was over an evergreen forest, which was right beside a two-lane road. It was still dark outside, but I could see where I was going, once again thanks to the streetlights on the road. I felt myself sinking down as I flew, so I said loudly, "engage backup power" and I managed to fly higher than before. I spent the rest of the dream flying because I just didn't want to do anything else.

As I was flying near the end of the dream, I remember smelling perogies.

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 was a false awakening. I woke up in my bed, not lifting my head up more than a few inches. It was dark in the bedroom, and I couldn't see anything but the faint outlines of my wooden dresser and night table. There was a slight light bluish wash over the room that came from a small rectangular window above my bed, but this didn't make the location any lighter.

I looked at my alarm clock, rather groggily. The glowing red numbers read 7:40, which was much later than I normally wake up.

"Crap... I'm late for school... Why didn't my alarm clock go off...?"

I just shrugged it off and put my head down into the pillow again, closing my eyes.

Within moments I woke up for real, and this time the clock read 6:15.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

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

Notes:
I have no idea where this dream came from! It was very long and extremely clear.

I was in the food court of some mall. It was a larger room with normal-height ceilings, and was lit well. There were a few nice half-walls to divide up the room into smaller sections, which were then filled with square tables and chairs. The tables were fastened to the ground through thicker poles like in some restaurants, and the chairs were just the regular kind, like something you'd find in a cafeteria.

There were restaurants lining the walls, and I was situated in front of one of them. It was a fast food type of restaurant with lots of signs and menus against the back wall, and the counter was a few inches lower than it should have been. There were four women standing behind the counter; all four of them were dressed in a pale red t-shirt, and had a navy apron on. They also wore navy visors. One woman had blonde hair in a hairtie, and another had brown hair down to her shoulders. The other two had black hair - one's was straight, and the other's was curly. They looked between the ages of thirty and forty.

I became lucid when I looked at them, shouting "woohoo!" before calming down. I was lucid enough to be careful of overexcitement, even though I've never woken up from it before. Unfortunately, having forgotten about my current dream goal, I decided to mess around with the dream characters in the food court. I walked up to the counter of the restaurant with the four women and asked them, "how many of there are you?" as if I was very surprised, hoping to get an interesting response.

"I'm one," the first one said.
"I'm two," the second one said.
"I'm three," the third one said.
The fourth lady didn't answer, but instead a voice from inside the restaurant somewhere said, echoingly and omnipresently, "I'm six."

I raised my eyebrows and walked away, a bit humored.

Then, I began to walk towards a woman that was sitting down at a two-chair table by herself. She had dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders, and was wearing a light pink cashmere sweater, with sleeves that stopped at her arms. I leaned over, putting my elbows on the table, and held an imaginary microphone in my right hand, holding it out to her.

"You're not real."
"I know." The DC shrugged it off.
"What's it like to be a dream character?"
"It feels real to me."

"Great answer!" I exclaimed, though I was admittedly a bit disappointed in the reply.

I walked away, down the food court and past other restaurants and tables, and exited it, as if it were a store. I emerged into the atrium of a mall, and apparently I was on the second floor. There was a big hole in the middle, with the entrances to stores on the sides, like in some mall setups. There was a rather flat escalator leading down to the first floor, not as angled as a normal one. It was probably only at a 20 degree angle to the ground. I walked towards it and superjumped down, taking two jumps to get almost to the bottom. I then walked off the escalator, which turned out to not be moving. None of the DCs walking around the mall noticed.

I'd now lost my lucidity. About ten feet across from the escalator I'd just came down on, there was another escalator leading back up to the second floor. I ran up it, exerting hardly any energy to do so even though it wasn't moving either, and on this side of the mall the floor was flatter pink carpet - I was in the children's clothing section. I saw a 7- or 8-year old girl walking around with her father, but I ignored it.

The dream skipped, and now I found myself in the changeroom waiting area of the same section of the mall. This room was small, about five feet by five feet, and there was only one door leading to an actual changeroom. The walls were white. I was sitting on a lighter wooden bench; my dad was beside me. I became vaguely aware that I was dreaming so I got up, turned away from my dad (who was talking about something nonsensical), and told him to be quiet.

"So, the train is in the park," he said, and laughed loudly.
"Shut up!" I told him angrily.

I was trying to turn him into a plate of cookies, but his noise-making was ruining the effect.

After telling him to close his mouth a billion times, I got fed up. I groaned and looked at him, rolling my eyes in the process. "You suck."

The dream skipped again, and now I was outside, the time of day probably being in the afternoon. I was in a city, on a smaller grassy hill. There were normal, taller city buildings around me - apartments, condos, and nice large houses. At the bottom of the hill, which wasn't that steep, there was a relatively large burrow made of grey brick and stone. There was grass, some street lights, and a sidewalk on top of it. The entrance to the burrow was low and only two or three feet high, which made me a bit uncertain about going into it. I looked past the burrow, towards my left, and my gaze caught The Matrix's Morpheus and Trinity on a balcony of an apartment complex. The building was rectangular and rather normal looking, if such a thing existed in a dream. Trinity walked into the sliding doors of the apartment, but Morpheus spoke.

"Where are we going to meet?" he called.
"Under here," I said, continuing to look at him.
"Understreet, or underburrow?"

(There's no such thing as understreet or underburrow!)

"Under this burrow, dipshit."

I then proceeded to look away and bring my attention back to the burrow. I walked to the right and went down the hill a few paces, realizing there was a much larger entrance. I went inside and it was pretty dark, but the floor and walls of the cave (which were made of huge chunks of shiny, wet grey rock) reflected some light from the end of the burrow. It was more like a tunnel than anything else, yet it was only seven or eight feet long. There were some Korean or Chinese students in blue jeans and t-shirts who were taking pictures with Kodak cameras, but I walked past them and emerged from the burrow.

It was now night, and I had walked out onto a beach. The sand wasn't hilly, but pretty flat, and felt soft under my feet. At this time, I wasn't sure if I was wearing socks or shoes but I didn't care. I walked down the empty shore (except for the water and sand) for a little while and then came across a forty-foot high cliff made of dark brown rock. I stopped and looked out at the water, and then the moon, which was relatively glazed-over and hazy. The sky was dark navy with grey patches, as if there were low-hanging clouds.

I heard someone walking up to me. I looked and saw a small Asian girl, probably around the age of six or seven, coming towards me. She was wearing a plain, sleeveless, yellow-beige dress with accents of white half-circles lining the bottom of it. She held out a rounded rectangular bar of light pink soap, and I took it. It didn't feel slippery or, really, like soap. It just felt like a smooth stone, but not as heavy.

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 dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

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

Notes:
I hate it when I take too long to record dreams. And it just had to be this one.

This was a rather high-level lucid. I was in the back of a semi truck, which was actually lit pretty well, casting light onto the thinner metal walls. There were large, empty cardboard boxes with unidentifiable red and white labels around the inside walls of the truck, but then proceeded to start sliding around as the vehicle started and stopped. I could feel the gravity and shifts as the truck did this, which was almost every few moments.

I didn't know where I was.

In this period of time, I know I became lucid. I also know that I got out of the truck by creating a blast of bluish, electric energy. When I did this, I was able to hear the electrical sound of something shorting out, and a realistic zapping noise. I then walked out and ended up on the field of a university campus. The university building was around forty feet away from me, as an estimate. It was pretty small, with light brick and stone walls, but the area around the building was very big. It consisted mostly of trimmed grass and a running track that went around the perimeter of the campus. I knelt down and smelled the grass (while looking around me at the same time to not lose focus). The grass smelled rather sweet, almost too sweet. I touched it with my hands and it felt damp.

Next, I believe I looked up and the actor Edward Norton appeared behind me. But the strange thing was, I didn't summon him myself. However, I figured I wouldn't let it go to waste because he looked almost perfect and normal. I kissed him, and he kissed me back.

This dream consisted of more stuff, but unfortunately I took too long to record it.

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

Notes:
My reason for the lack of lucids and quality dreams lately is probably exams.

In this dream, I was in my bedroom. My room is fairly square with beige walls, and located in the lower level of my house. Two adjacent walls each have a small rectangular window, probably only two or three feet across and a foot tall, trimmed with white. On the other wall, there is a closet that has been taken out to create more space in the room. The wall inside is painted a lighter, almost minty green. The lighting in the room is dimmed but not uncomfortably dark.

I was in the section where the closet was taken out; in the middle up against the wall, there was my dresser. It was polished wood, and had a tryptic-type mirror with three pieces, the middle one being the largest. I looked in the mirror for a brief second and then at the remnants of a flower, sitting on my dresser. In real life, I own my own white and pink orchid, which hasn't been doing too well as of late. In the dream, there was nothing left of it - literally - the stem and pot were nowhere to be found... Except for some darkly colored, pale and crisp petals that were sitting on the dresser. I picked them up and crunched them in my hand; I then picked up a black garbage bag that suddenly appeared beside me and put the petals in. There was nothing in the bag except for the petals.

The dream ended - my alarm clock woke me up for my Biology exam.

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 dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

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

It was the middle of the day. The sky was cloudless, and there wasn't a sun. I was at an outdoor fair. It was one of those events where there are little tents with people selling pizza and other food, shows, and amusement park rides. The whole area was shaped like a square, and the perimeter was bordered with five foot-high blue plastic tarp material. I hadn't walked around the whole place, but I just knew this because it was part of the dream plot.

I walked, by myself, into a sort of shopping area. At that moment, I realized I was only wearing a blue tank top and undergarments, and that I had no shorts on. Apparently I really wanted to wear shorts in particular, and not pants, so I said out loud, "I'll go buy some". I rolled my eyes and pulled my shirt down a bit, trying to cover myself up better. No one noticed anyways.

I walked past some tables, a few of them were covered by those square tents with the long poles. I eventually came across a longer table with a yellow tablecloth. There was a small horizontal shelf made of thick metal wires, and inside there were at least four small black tubs. There wasn't anyone supervising the table, but I didn't pay attention. I looked inside the tubs and found Game Boy Color games; picking up a yellow one, I realized it was a roleplaying game that I really wanted, although I didn't know the name from what occurred in the dream.

"I'll buy this instead."

By now, I'd totally forgotten about my clothing problem.

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, walking through the back door with one of my friends. I've described the building a lot in previous dreams, but to make a long description short, it's basically a huge long atrium with light walls, and a glass triangular roof which lets in a lot of sunshine during the day. The floor is eggshell blue tile, and there are some light-colored tan brick pillars. At the back of the school there was a double door with huge glass panels so you could see through it. Once you got inside these, there was a mat and then another set of doors side by side.

We walked through each of these without pressing a special button - there is security on the campus and you have to push a button for them to open the door for you, but this wasn't the case in the dream.

As for my friend, she's the kind of goofy person who's always seen with food, whether it be mooched off of someone else or bought herself. I happened to be carrying a monetary bill of some sort, which I felt in my hand but never actually saw. It felt thicker than most bills. She stopped and said, "Puffin, can you get me a croissant?"

"Sure."

We started to walk down the atrium, past the classrooms with the closed eggshell blue doors, and then I suddenly had a croissant in my hand, surrounded by a folded napkin. It was a seamless change.

"Here." I gave it to her.

She replied, "nah, I already have one." There was nothing in her hand, though, nor anything to suggest she had bought one.