Puffin

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

It was later in the day, but still light outside. I was in the grassy area of a large park. In the distance I could see small, light grey bike paths. There were trees everywhere, be it evergreens, maples, or whatever, which blocked out some of the light from the sky. I was at a basic picnic table made of wood, and my sister was sitting beside me. There were a few other picnic tables around us, but no one was sitting at them. I decided to get up and look around for precious stones; apparently there were lots of them at this park.

I was a decent distance away from the group of tables when I found a beautiful stone. It was shaped like an egg, except slightly flattened, and it was a light, pale pink color. Around it was some form of polished grey rock, shaped like the outside blades of a beyblade spinning top, except the blades were slightly duller, not as sharp. There were deep grooves in the rock, shaped like broken lines. Because of this, it looked like something ancient. "Should I keep it?" I asked myself, and picked it up. The whole thing, including the stone around it, must have been at least eight inches across and five deep, and must have weighed only two or three pounds.

The dream ended.

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

Notes:
I know this dream was longer, but I can't remember anything else!

In the beginning of the dream, it was daytime, and I was sitting cross-legged on the driveway of my house. My house was on a clean, smaller street with nicely arranged bungalows; there were also a couple large trees here and there. My driveway was a bit cracked up because it was fairly old. My front yard was a 15x15 foot area of grass with a tiny evergreen tree, only a few years old, in the middle. In real life had planted it when I came home from a school field trip four years ago, and it appeared in the dream now.

I didn't look back at my house at all, and was just looking out onto the street. I heard my mom coming and glanced to the side, seeing her sit down beside me with a skimpy metal rake. "Here, you have to do the leaves," she said. I thought about it for a few instances and then became lucid, saying, "am I dreaming?"

"Yes," she said, sounding uninterested, and got up. She started to walk away and I looked around the street, asking, "you sure?" and she replied "yes" again in the same tone. I'd never been told by a DC that I was dreaming, so that was exciting. I didn't even use dream control to make her say that. However, since my lucidity was pretty low, I didn't remember my dream goals. I started to run down the street, randomly superjumping (even feeling gravity pull me back down), until I woke up. It was fun, but not what I would've done if I was more aware.

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 began with me walking towards a gas station. It was on a long strip of highway, with a few shorter, run-down city commercial buildings, like pawn shops and such. A few generic cars passed by. It was early in the morning, and I somehow knew I was on my way to school. But I was stopping at this gas station for breakfast.

Outside, it looked like an average gas station, with a parking lot and a pump; then there was the convenience store a bit further back into the property. I walked inside, and noticed that part of the building was a generic gas station interior with snacks and other groceries, and part of the building was a Subway restaurant. Where the Subway restaurant was, there was just an empty space with tiled flooring and restaurant tables. I stayed in the main gas station part. There was a counter with coffee pots, and different bags of bread. I was looking to make an Egg McMuffin, which someone could apparently do at this place. There were at least four different bread bags and I started looking through them to see which one had English muffins. Three of the bags had plain bagels, but the third had two English muffins left in it. The one I took out looked normal, but it had a slight tear in it, as if someone had ripped it. I didn't care.

I turned around and walked to the other side of the store, where there was something that looked like a doughnut shelf from Tim Horton's. There was back bacon and pre-shaped cylindrical eggs in them. I took one of each and put the sandwich together.

I exited the building, not paying.

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

I was on the side of a moderately inclined mountain, the same steepness of a Hawaiian volcano. It was rather large.

It was covered by small rocks about the size of quarters and toonies, and they were black and irregularly shaped like black granite rocks in a garden. I was standing on the mountain with a few other unidentifiable people.

There was patches of fire coming out from in between the rocks, and we were swiping more rocks over top of the fire to put it out. I did this for a few of the patches, but then I saw the fire was just coming through the rocks again. The fire was very realistic, even if there wasn't that much of it.

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 dream was short-lived and went on to a bunch of other ones, but I managed to complete the task of the month for September.

I was in a large rectangular room with high ceilings; it was lit by fluorescent lights. The flooring was made of large, dark green marble tiles, with a bit of white caulking in between each tile. As one could imagine, the room was fairly dark even with the lights shining down on it. In one corner of the room were two steps that led to a lower part of the floor, with the same marble tiles. The steps were shaped like a quarter of a circle, and the corner was up against corner of a wall. It fit perfectly.

In this lower part, there was a grand piano that was very dark brown in coloration. On the wall next to the piano, at least thirty feet long, were large rectangular windows going all the way up to the ceiling. It was dark outside, but there was still a bit of light out there. [B]I became lucid as I was looking at the window, and did a little dance (as I always do when I obtain higher lucidity). I said, "yes, now I'm lucid enough to complete a dream goal or two!"

With that, I turned around and went down the long room, looking for a way to exit the building. I didn't want to go through the windows because it was dark outside, and I couldn't change that very quickly. I walked down the hallway and saw an elevator on the left, in the wall, which was still made of marble tiles. It was a shiny, darker gray elevator, with a metal plate and two buttons on the right side of it. They were rounded rectangles, transparent white with scratched-up red arrows going up and down. I pushed the "down" button.

The elevator arrived only moments later, and I got on. The flooring in the elevator was like a glass mosaic, made of thick cubes of glass. I could see something underneath the glass which made me a bit nervous, but I pushed it away. The elevator automatically went down without me having to push a button; there weren't any, anyways. I wanted a bit of excitement in this dream, so I expected the elevator to speed up. It did, and it began to accelerate quickly; I started to float upwards against the ceiling which looked like that of a normal elevator. I was now squished against it, but pushed off using my feet and floated in zero-gravity for a few moments. The sounds the elevator made as it was accelerating were becoming quieter as it slowed down to a halt.

The door opened and I saw a room with pale green tiles as the floor, and dark green ones for the walls. The ceiling was black. It looked, in essence, like the room I'd just came from. I walked out into the room and it was a fat rectangle in shape; the elevator was in the middle of one of the longer walls, and there was a slightly rounded wooden reception desk on the other side, sided by two square pillars made of dark green marble tiles. I ignored it and looked to the right, expecting a door to be in the wall, and there was. It was the kind of door you'd find at the front of a chocolate shop, mostly glass with a simple wooden frame around it. This door was fairly wide and let lots of light into the building. Outside, there was a sidewalk and a city building.

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 didn't remember this dream until a few minutes after I woke up, but when I did, I burst out laughing. "Hey, was I punching the drywall of my house...? Oh, right!" I didn't count this dream as a lucid, because while I did do some lucid dream-y things in it, I was so unaware that I can't confirm if I actually was aware on a very low level, or if the "lucidity" was just part of the dream plot.

I was in my house's living room. The lighting in the room was a bit darker than normal, but everything was still visible. The flooring was light hardwood, and the walls were beige. The entrance to the room was in the corner, and it was a simple square-shaped arc. A few feet away from the entrance, there was a large television unit on a wooden entertainment center that was up against the wall. I also saw two rectangular speakers, one on either side of the entertainment center.

There was one black leather couch in the middle of the room, in front of the television. Underneath it, there was a really fluffy burgundy rug. I was in the room and, although I didn't have much lucidity, I used the turn-around technique to summon Edward Norton, my favorite actor. I suppose he's my current celebrity/actor crush.

I summoned him and he looked a bit different, but I didn't care because I heard someone heading towards the room we were in. I wasn't lucid enough to think, 'whatever, this is a dream so I don't need to react to their arrival', but I felt like I needed to hide Edward Norton somewhere. I looked at the wall on my left, then at Edward Norton. and then I dug my nails into the wall, pulling out a piece of it. It was like thick cardboard, so it wasn't too difficult to remove. Inside the wall it was empty, but a foot or so beyond that, there was another layer of wall, probably from the room next to us. I peeped my head in through the hole and looked around; this wasn't a big enough "room" for Edward Norton to hide.

I needed something bigger.

I walked out of the living room; there was a hallway with really ugly pale yellow bathroom tiles as the flooring, and a few feet down there was only one room we could go to. I turned to the right and entered a kitchen, with the same nasty tiles. There was a basic white refrigerator and a stove on the right of it, all inside a countertop like a normal kitchen. On the left of the fridge was a cabinet, but there was no counter in between. And there was two or three feet of space, so I thought there might be a room behind there. I stepped back and ran at the wall, smashing my foot into it and causing the drywall to snap realistically. It was way stronger than cardboard now, but it still fell.

On the other side of the wall, there was a room ten feet deep by twenty feet wide. The floor was pale blue beveled square tiles, and the walls were pale dark blue. The room wasn't that well lit, but I could see a long dark wooden desk on the wall opposite of the hole we both went through. It had a large television on it, a bit thicker than a normal flatscreen, that looked like an iPad. There was a computer to the right of it; it was one of the thicker, older monitors, black with a black keyboard.

I was very vaguely aware that this was a dream, so I "expected" the computer to turn on when I pushed a round button in the center of the monitor. Instead of the computer, though, the large television turned on. On the television screen was a game selection screen. But instead of video games, there were links like "chemistry course" or "biology 101", and you could select them by pressing the up or down arrows on the computer monitor. "Choose the chemistry one," Edward Norton told me, and I obeyed. The television shut off.

"There must be a power shortage," he said when the screen went black, although the dim lights in the room were still on. I exited the room and forgot all about Norton, and then when I was back in the kitchen, I tried to summon him again. I turned around, expecting him to be there, and my dad walked up to me.

"Hey," he said.

Ugh...Great. "Can you please leave?" I asked him, "I'm trying to summon Edward Norton and you're appearing instead!" I had forgotten I'd already summoned him.

My dad made a funny frowny face and I laughed, even though I was trying to be serious. "Dad, seriously. Go." I became visibly more serious, and when I told him a third time, he walked away. 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

Notes:
Yesterday in a DVA class, we were talking about rainforests and parrots. Obviously that's where the content of this dream came from.

I was in a rainforest. It was well-lit, as well as the vegetation being much more spaced out than a regular rainforest. It was very spacious and there was tons of space to fly and swing from trees, vines, and whatever else one could think of. This rainforest had massive trees; most of them were tilted to the side at around a thirty degree angle from the ground, and the bark was very textured, allowing for easy grip. There was a small clearing, the same lighting as the rest of the forest, and I was crouched on a tree that slanted away from the clearing.

I was a parrot. Also in the clearing was a brown, black and white monkey, a smaller-than-normal tiger, and some sort of blue bird; they were sitting or standing on the ground or trees. We were talking because we needed to leave the forest, and immediately. There was some sort of coming danger to us.

"I know a good place to go," the monkey said. It was a realistic-looking monkey, not one of the cartoony ones, and it had very human-like eyes. It looked at me as if awaiting a response.

"I'll lead," I said, even though the monkey hadn't told me where we'd be going.

The atmosphere got slightly darker, as if a screen of black had been overlaid on the forest, and I was now by myself. I was also in a large clearing; while the forest was around me, there was a flat area with light brown dirt, and this was where I was sitting. I was holding a device to fly with; it wasn't finished though. It consisted of a straight hollow yellow tube, about the thickness of a pencil, and the length of an arm. Two of the same tube curved out from the end of the first tube, touching the other end. Coming out from the middle of each of the two tubes was a thick wing-shaped piece of tin foil. It was an airplane.

The dream skipped once again and I was now on the edge of a cliff. The cliff wasn't a steep or sharp drop, but more like the side of a cliff that had been eroded and was now full of rock pieces and chunks sticking out. On top of the cliff, and along larger pieces of rock, was grass and a small village. I was on the utmost top part of the cliff, looking down. There were trees hiding the opposite side of it, but behind them I could see a beautiful lavender, blue, orange, purple, and yellow sunset that looked like a watercolor piece. "What a beautiful sunset!" I said out loud.

This is where the plane I made changed; it was now twice as big as before. I held onto the two curved tubes and it began to float upwards a bit. I dangled from it and then started to kick with my legs, causing it to move in the direction I wanted. I veered down the cliff and onto one of the patches of grass. There was a nice white fence with a few cows closed in it, and there were houses and small busk stops. There was a larger tent with a person selling spicy food. "Want some?" she asked me as I walked up to where she was.

There was a barbeque in front of her; it was one of those half-circle ones with the flat grill on top. There were tiny, smooth pieces of fish on top, and they even had pale grill marks on them. I picked one up, right off the grill, and dropped it on the ground. "Thanks" I said, and walked away.

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:
This was awesome! I'm not that interested in pokemon right now, and I don't know why I decided to try shapeshifting into one, but regardless, this was one of the best lucids I've had in a few weeks.

I was in some sort of large community hall. It was very modern-looking. The room was well-lit, and the floors and walls were almost completely smooth. There were large rectangular glass sculpture mosaics placed randomly around the room and all the reflections bounced off of each other. The room consisted of two separate levels; exactly one half of the room was a few inches higher than the other. Joining the two levels were two or three small steps, and this was where I stood. In this area, there was two glass mosaics (described earlier) on either side of me. Because of this, and the shadows the sculptures casted, it was darker where I was standing. When I actually looked at the mosaics with more awareness than before, I saw that the glass was solid and wasn't actually made of tiny pieces of glass. The solid "mosaics" then turned into shiny black granite sculptures, still the same shape as before.

I could see my reflection in them, and I exclaimed, "wow, I can actually see my reflection!" At that moment, I became lucid and made another exclamation, more excited than before.

Then I thought of my dream goals, and after a few moments of standing there without any idea as to what they were, I decided to ditch the goals and try something else. The first word that came into my head was "Suicine", a pokemon. Okay, good enough, but I still wasn't sure as to what I could do with one. I walked up the few steps and was now in the open part of the room. I looked around and the lighting suddenly became dimmer, although not uncomfortably dark. "Increase lighting", I said commandingly, and the lighting increased a bit. I didn't want to spend the rest of the dream making it even lighter, though. I turned around, expecting a Suicune to be there, and it was.

It was actually very realistic for the most part, properly proportioned and the right colors, and I could see the details of the fur on its face and body. It was staring at me from fifteen or twenty feet away, and then began to quickly dash towards me. I was hoping it wouldn't make a run for me, but I thought it was a bit late to try fixing that. My lucidity was a bit lower now, but I could still think pretty well. I waited for it to come very close to me, and then I turned around, facing the other way. I saw the Suicune blend over my own body, like a blanket, and I could feel myself inside it now, as if I'd merged with it. I now began to walk and the shape of the Suicune became more and more defined. I began to run fast, on all four legs, up a set of granite stairs that led outside. It was fairly dark but this still didn't bother me. I was now along the side of the building, made of the same reflective granite as the sculptures inside.

I ditched the Suicune guise by expecting myself to be me again, and looked at myself in the granite, waving and doing all sorts of silly things. Then I thought it would be cool to shapeshift into a Giratina, so I did this, using the same method as before. I saw a Giratina in origin forme flying down on me from the fairly dark sky, and then I just let it fuse with my own body. It felt quite strange. I turned around to look in the mirror and saw a Giratina in my place, but it was now in altered forme (the forme with legs, not a serpentine body). I walked to the left and saw the Giratina do the same thing. Then I flapped my wings and rose off the ground a few inches. I looked away from the mirror and began to fly into the darkness of the area. The lighting increased around me then, as if I were holding a lantern in my hand. Wherever I flew, the area was lit up for a radius of around twenty feet.

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 my first dream with a DV member in it.

I was in a hotel room. This hotel had high ceilings, at least five or six feet higher than an average ceiling. The room I was in consisted of a flat dark maroon carpet, and beige walls. The door that connected the room to the hallway was centered in the wall, not to the side. On the opposite side of the room were two tall, skinny windows that each had a brown wooden border around them. On either side of the two windows were a bed, and both beds had red duvets and a brown frame, which looked a little old-fashioned. The headboards weren't solid, but instead they were an arc with round carved columns below it.

There was a mother, a father, and a young girl (probably around the age of three) in the mother's lap. They were in between the two beds, leaning up against them. They were asleep, and then I turned around to see Loaf behind me. He was wearing a pale red sweater (yes, more red), and acting as if it were cold in the room, placing his hands in his jean pockets. All I did was say, "hey," and then left the room. I did this by turning to the right, and, on the wall adjacent to the main door, was a hallway. This darkly-lit hallway was short, only a few feet long, but it led to another room. I walked through and entered the new room; it was half the size of the one I'd left, and only had one bed with the same red duvet.

I looked at the bed for a while and then heard someone walking towards me. I spun around to see my sister in a bath towel; apparently she was completely surprised that I was in the room. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, and the dream skipped to a new setting.

I was in my basement. My basement, in the dream, consisted of a light gray Berber carpet and was pretty large. There was an entertainment center but I paid little attention to it, because I was sitting on a swivel chair, at a computer desk, and looking at the computer screen. It was solid blue at first, the backlight making it appear brighter, and then my account popped up on the screen. There was a folder opened up, windows-style because that was my operating system, and the files were listed alphabetically in the same typefont and size they'd be in real life. I saw that there were a few of my own files, but most of them were titled something like the following:

47_best_buy_0098

I distinctly recall seeing the phrase "Best Buy" in the file names, as well as other real companies, but I can't remember those. I deleted the files and then closed the folder. When I got the feeling that they weren't completely deleted, I opened it up again with a single click of the mouse in the middle of the screen. There was now a sidebar on the right-hand side, along with all the files I'd just deleted, back in the folder. On the sidebar, there was a screened-out folder icon and a file name centered below it. Underneath that, it read something like "do you wish to permanently delete this file?"

I clicked "yes", because that was the only option.

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 remember being in a darkly-lit toy store, arranged like the electronics section in a Toy's R Us store. There were tall, thin dark gray shelves with hooks, from which hung trading cards, backpacks, and other paraphernalia. I remember opening a pack of pokemon cards and reading the actual names of pokemon, but while the artwork on the cards were accurate, I've never seen that artwork before in real life. Unfortunately this is all I can remember.

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

The location of this dream was unfamiliar to me, but I knew I was at a friend's house. This house was a bungalow, single-story, with light tan stone as the exterior with white windows and a white door. It was out somewhere in the country, placed away from a single strip of highway, connected by a smooth, slightly uphill asphalt driveway. On either side of the property were other houses, spaced generously apart, and there were tall evergreens at the sides of the yards acting like fences. It was daytime, and I knew this as the dream began, but it was as if the sky was toned down. The colors were the same as they'd be during the day, but in a darker hue, like someone had mixed the blue with black.

In the center of the driveway of the house, which two cars could drive down side-by-side, was a silver car that looked rather modern, almost like a Nissan 350z. It looked "warped", as many things do in a dream, but still realistic. It's difficult to say what exactly was warped about it.

I was standing in the driveway with a girl around the age of twenty; she was my friend, and also the person who owned the house. She told me that there was someone in the backyard with a shotgun, and that she ran out here to get my help. I must have been at the house for some while, then. But how did she think I'd be able to stop this intruder? At that moment, I became lucid, saying "yes!" and looking around. My lucidity wasn't high enough for me to remember my dream goals or act too consciously, unfortunately. Because of this I decided to just go to the backyard and apprehend the person. Losing lucidity almost as quickly as it came, I veered from going to the backyard (down the side of the house) to going up a few steps and banging on the front door. The door was solid wood that'd been painted white, and there was a fancy glass window on it, almost frosted-looking. There was darkness behind the window, and a dim yellow glow as if all the lights but one were off. The intruder had gone from being behind the house to inside the house.

The door opened quickly and I stepped back. A man (probably Mexican) was looking at me; he had a short beard and his eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He pulled back a bit, back into the house, and then came out of the house, closing the door behind him. We were both right up against each other, and then I realized he was holding a cell phone. It was one of those chunky ones from back in the day, the ones that were the size of bricks. It was light gray in color and rather squareish.

He stared at me, shifting his weight over from one foot to the other. He then held the phone out towards me, looking at it and then back at me. "Take it," he told me in a fairly dark and heavy voice. The last thing I remember is staring down at the phone, becoming lucid, and then waking up. I DEILDed into another dream.

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:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke 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

I had just woken up for the morning and it was pretty early; I'm guessing it was the time that people get up for school or work. I was walking towards a table in the middle of a kitchen, where my father and sister were sitting.

The table was a circular, dark brown wooden one, not that polished, with a few slight imperfections. The chairs were cheap metal ones with the soft plastic seats and backs. The rest of the kitchen was pretty tight; it was almost like your basic kitchen with plain walls and stuff. The space was shaped like a fat rectangle, and on three walls were counters and wall cabinets. The table was positioned in the middle of the room, with barely any room to move the chairs because it was so packed in.

Light was pouring through a large window at the end of the room, on one of the two shorter walls.

I walked towards the table and sat down. Apparently in the dream, every time I woke up in the morning, I'd look like a different person.

Today, my sister said, "hey, good morning Zac Efron."

I looked at myself. I was wearing men's pants and a baggy, dark pale blue shirt. I looked in a fairly large plain mirror that magically appeared on the table, and my suspicions were confirmed. Great, I thought, disappointed by what I saw. "I was hoping for someone a bit more attractive," I said, half exasperated and half humorously.

My dad laughed.

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 a scary-accurate dream.

I was walking in the living room of my grandpa's house, which is out in British Columbia. The room was around twenty by twenty feet, making it pretty open, and the lighting was a bit darker than normal. The ceilings were high and the walls were beige with wood panelings on one wall. The floor was softer dark tan carpet.

Against one wall was a tan sofa that would seat three people, and on the adjacent wall there was another one, which would probably seat four people. My father was sitting on this sofa, and had asked me if I had any movies to watch. I'd picked up the movie Zodiac from somewhere and I was walking towards him. I had recently bought it from a store for $6.99 (previously viewed), and this price was labeled on it with a yellow circle sticker. In the dream, the sticker was on it, in the same place. And the cover looked the same, too.

I remember reading "Mark Ruffalo," "Jake Gyllenhaal", and "Robert Downy Jr." in the same order that was on the real case. I gave it to my father and acknowledged the condition of the case, saying, "yeah, it's previously viewed, but the disc is in perfect condition".

He asked if it was a good movie and I replied, "it has a 89 on Rotten Tomatoes."

I never produce the exact same numbers in my dreams as real life, so this tipped me off when I woke up. Look here for the current Zodiac rating.

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:
So maybe I wasn't that lucid... After all, I didn't remember any of my current goals, and my goal of driving an awesome car was out the window ages ago. But it was definitely a fun dream.

I was in some restaurant that looked like a pizza place I'd visited a year ago. It's called Gino's East, and is located in Chicago. The exterior of the building isn't that special, but inside people are allowed to write graffiti on everything, including the chairs and walls. I had actually made some drawings in there when I was younger. And, not to mention they make some killer deep-dish pizzas, probably the best I've ever eaten.

Enough with my advertising. In the dream, I was sitting down in a booth on the right-hand side of the room; the restaurant was rather empty except for a few people scattered around different tables by themselves, and the lighting was brighter than in the picture, as if there was a lot of light pouring in. The tables had the same checkered tablecloths, and the booth seats and backs were made of wood.

I became lucid a few moments after sitting in the booth. Although I wasn't as aware as I usually am, I was still capable of thinking pretty clearly. I'd drive a Lamborghini and get that old dream goal off my mind (even though it already was in real life...). I got out of the booth and opened one of two regular-sized glass doors to a busy Chicago street. It was definitely daytime, because it was light outside. On the street, there were cars driving past at around 70km/h. I looked away from the street for a moment, and looked back.

Parked on the side of the street, in front of me, was a shiny new Lamborghini Gallardo.

It was a bit sleeker and shorter than in reality, but that made it all the more interesting. I got in and, although the windows looked small on the outside, they were massive when I got in. I could see just about everything going on around me. Without turning they keys inside (which were present), I stepped on the gas and the car started to drive. I pressed down harder and it went even faster. I was dodging in between cars, going around them... I pressed the brakes when I came to a corner, and I had to really step on them to get the car to slow down. I turned and the car didn't handle that well.

By now, I'd lost almost all of my lucidity. I drove down the streets, looking similar to the picture I'd posted, until it got a little darker outside. I came to a brick building with a large, flat awning over it. It was closed in by two other small buildings, and this created a small rectangular space where I could park my car. I drove up to the space and suddenly went down two or three small steps, which didn't damage the car. When I slowed the car down, I pulled the keys out. The dream ended there.