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

My family and I were going on some sort of road trip, and it was in the afternoon. The first thing I recall about this dream is that we were pulled over to the side of a long highway with no other cars in sight. There was, however, a farm-like setting along the side of the road. There was a tall white wooden fence surrounding the massive property our van was parked in front of, as well as a couple different barns inside the property. They had the average wooden walls with red and white colors, but flat roofs instead of the rounded ones, which were also made of wood. I could infer this without actually seeing the roofs.

I didn't look back at the van, but my mother, sister, and I simply walked a few feet and got to the farm property. The stakes in the white fence were extremely far apart, so it was easy to enter. There was an upside down L-shaped post with a hanging wooden sign, painted yellow. It read "welcome" in white letters. When we passed the sign, there was a sharp turn to the left, and a narrow path leading directly into a very large barn. On either side of us was the same type of fence, wide stakes, except it was the height of my waist now.

We passed a few people on the other side of the fence; one was a girl wearing a cowboy hat, and she was probably around twelve years old. She was also holding a small horse under her arm, as if carrying a pillow. The horse's legs were pretty short, and it probably weighed only seven or eight pounds.

We arrived at the large barn. The tall rectangular-shaped door was open, so we walked inside. It was big inside; I'd estimate it was at least one hundred feet long and at least fifty feet wide. At the entrance that we came in, along both sides of the barn were stalls; inside them stood horses. I saw hay piled in a few of them as we walked down the barn, and once we got around halfway there were no more stalls against the walls. At the end of the barn, there were three square-shaped holes in the top of the wall, around four by four feet. There were long rectangular planks of wood, placed parallel to each other, going upwards to make stairs.

That was where we'd be sleeping tonight, and I knew it was getting dark. I was the last person to crawl up the stairs and into the small attic-like room. It was tiny, probably half the size of a kid's bedroom. There was one king-sized mattress on the floor in there, and there was only a bit of actual floorspace left to put our belongings. "I'm not sleeping in here if this is how small a room it is," I whined.

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

I was in a car, sitting in the passenger seat. One of my classmates was in the driver's seat; this girl wasn't very nice in real life and extremely careless about what she does and says. This carried over into the dream.

We were driving onto a generic concrete bridge with two divided lanes, and an extra lane on either side for parked vehicles. There were only parked cars along the sides, and no other cars driving the opposite direction. It was just us and our own car. We were driving and then, my classmate pulled out her phone and looked away from the road, checking something. It was about eye level and she was squinting to see what it said. I can't remember the exact color or shape of the phone, but it did have a screen that took up half the front of the phone itself, like a blackberry.

She began to swerve to the left, into the other lane, and then hit a parked car. I quickly grabbed the wheel, because she was being so slow to react, and steered away. She looked at the road, then at me for a second, almost freaked out, then laughed and continued to text. I was so nervous, and I knew we were going to have an accident if she continued. I took the wheel when she was looking at her phone and suddenly turned it all the way to the right, into the rail of the bridge. "Oh, would you look what your texting did," I said scornfully. She hit my hand and said, "Don't, this is my dad's!" in an angry manner.

She then put her phone down and looked at the road. We were now off the bridge and going towards an underpass. There was a large white truck driving next to us, but a bit further away, as if the lane was fairly wide.

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

It was daytime, and I was in the backyard of my school. The back of my school was L-shaped, and consisted of sandy-colored bricks and eggshell blue highlights. Some of the stone was cracked or broken, but overall it was a pretty nice area. There was a small sidewalk-like path that went around the building from the back entrance way, and then there was green grass; the grass went on for probably a good seventy feet outwards. On the outskirts was diamond-woven fence like you'd find at any schoolyard, as well as large trees in full bloom. In the middle of this whole area was a light blue steel bench, one of the circular ones.

I was initially sitting on the bench but I decided to get up and leave the area. Although I wasn't lucid, I summoned butterfly wings by saying it out loud, and then I could see the shadow of them on the ground in front of me as they flapped. It was pretty neat. However, with each flap, I got way further away from the ground than I should have. After a few flaps, I was watching the earth, which was now visually around the size of a dinner plate. I was up in space now.

The earth looked like something from a 3-D mario videogame, complete with abstract green and blue pieces, and hardly any clouds.

The dream skipped and I was back on the bench, sitting down next to my sister. I was holding my ipod touch and watching House, M.D.. My sister leaned over a bit to see what I was watching, too. I saw House and Chase sitting at a desk together, looking at each other with love in their eyes and making kissy lips... Or something. It was so not like House to do that, or Chase. I suppose they were rendered as gay in the 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:
I've been going on ebay and kijiji a lot over the past few days, mainly to set up accounts for selling my artwork.

All I can remember about this dream is that I was in front of some computer, and joined an art forum that had the same color scheme, except lighter blues, as Dreamviews. People would post their artwork in threads and ask people to rate them. I made a post in the newbie forum, and apparently I'd joined a few years back but didn't remember it. People said welcome back and stuff (even though my username was probably different). On the main page of the forum, there was a sidebar that said "site leaders", and there were three different icons of dragon heads; next to each image was one name.

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

This dream was pretty cool.

I was in the kitchen of my house, although it looked different. It had black granite countertops, light wooden countertops, and an island in the middle of the room, topped with the same black granite. There was a black modern stove in the middle of two pieces of counter, like most people have in their homes. I looked at the clock and was already more aware than normal. I became lucid as my gaze turned to the clock, and it read 5:8, aligned to the left. There was a space where the third number should have been.

I did my usual simultaneous "yes" and "woohoo", and turned around to face the door, twenty feet or so away, located in the entrance way. I really wanted it to be light outside, unlike previous lucids. This wasn't exactly a false awakening, but I was in my house, and every time I'd exit my house, it would end up being dark outside. However, the lighting in the house was very close to normal, so I was hoping that'd help in keeping the lighting equal. I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting it to be light outside. As the door turned, I became a bit excited because the whole neighborhood was light, as if it were daytime. I slowly walked out the door, expecting my mother to be on the other side, and she was. I ignored her because that was pretty much just a control test, and walked down the driveway and onto the two-lane road. My street's a crescent, so it's a T-shaped road; one large road turns over into a small loop, which was where my house was. There was cars slowly driving by on the road, but in the wrong direction. I recognized this and laughed.

I looked down the crescent and that was when I saw a shiny red truck, similar to an F-150, going down the street, onto the curb, and then onto the front yards, destroying grass.

"Stop!" I shouted to it.

The truck let out a hollow-sounding honk and kept going.

"Where's my control now?" I cursed, upset.

Then I saw a young girl, probably four or five years of age tops, playing with a yellow toy dumptruck in the yard. The truck was heading right towards it.

Should I save her, even if she wasn't real? I didn't want to waste my lucid time doing that. "Fine," I said, somewhat arguing with myself, and ran towards the truck. It began to drive over me when I pushed my hand into the bottom bumper and it shot up into the air, flipping a few times and then landing on its side. Its wheels were still turning as a generic man got out of the trunk... From the bottom of it (not visible because it was overturned and I was on the other side), not using the doors or windows.

I forgot all about the girl and continued to fling and punch out cars as they drove by. My control had returned; if it hadn't, I'd probably have gotten run over.

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 pretty short dream but I managed to become lucid nonetheless.

I started off in the rectangular hallway of an apartment building, sort of like the one I used to live in. The walls were cream and the carpet was flat, with pale pink, maroon, and navy tones. There were two doors on opposite walls near the end of the hallway (one having a doorknob and a rectangular window and the other a metal push thingy), and on the other end, about twenty feet down, was an elevator. Having completed the lucid task of the month for August, I had early access to the September tasks; the basic one is to go in an elevator and see where you end up. Clearly this dream was because of having read that task.

This is my quick depiction as to what the room looked like.

I was standing in front of the door with the doorknob, facing it. I turned around and almost immediately recognized that I was dreaming, and I also remembered the task for September: to take an elevator and see where I'd end up. I walked towards the elevator on the other side of the hallway and stood in front of it. "Hmm," I said, "maybe I shouldn't this time..." I was pretty lucid, but if I were more lucid, I'd definitely give it a shot. I decided to not push a button and go inside, because I didn't know where I'd end up. I guess my dream self thought it'd be a scary place or something.

So much for that. I lost lucidity quickly and ended up walking down the hallway, going through the door with the push mechanism, and going down a flight of plain, white concrete stairs.

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 car with my father; he was driving and I was in the front seat. It was a black infinity, even though we have a white one in real life, with a black leather interior and polished cherry wood accents. We were traveling along some city street with small, decrepit buildings on both sides, the kind of buildings that would host pawn shops and second-hand stores.

I was playing a game on a hand-held system that looked like an original teal gameboy color. However, the screen was twice as big, as was the console itself. There was a pokemon game on the screen; it was three-dimensional and you controlled one pokemon. There was a mountainous layout like that of the Sims games, except with much more details and crisper graphics. The whole mountain was a bowl shape, with all the pokemon in the bowl part, along with other small hills and rocks. There were many other pokemon running around, flying around, and digging in the ground. It was sort of like mission impossible, as it was every pokemon for themselves, and they had to defeat all the others before they defeated them.

I was a flygon in the game, and I was pressing buttons that were labeled "fly" on the console. The flygon would dive down and attack a pokemon underneath it, then come back up again into the air.

The dream changed, and now I was a part of the game. I was on a small rocky hill covered with snow, looking for powerups. I saw things covered up in the snow, little coin-shaped light green circles with plus signs on them, and when I got near them, I'd absorb them and I'd hear a beep. I had no idea what they did, but they were obviously good for something.

Then, I saw a large purple sticky hand in the snow. The hand was visible, but snow covered up the long part, and it disappeared onto a small hill. I picked up the hand portion and ran up the hill, to see an upside down u-shaped piece of rock, with the end part of the purple sticky hand tied up in it. There were two children, probably seven or eight, wearing heavy parkas with fur. They looked at me and said, "this is ours, get your own". I told them, "I'm already touching part of it, so it's mine".

One of them walked up to me, puffing out her chest, and said, "no!" I leaned towards her and said, "if you want to fight me for it, fine, but I'll win." She punched me but I didn't feel anything because she was wearing thick mittens. I laughed and said, "bye", waving as I did. The two backed off and went away.

I spent quite a while trying to unravel the sticky hand.

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'm still having lower lucidity than I'd like...

I woke up in my bedroom to extremely dim conditions, almost no light available to see things with. It was the same bedroom I currently sleep in, but it was way smaller, probably only half the size. The walls were mint green with white molding, also not like my real bedroom. But the bed was the same; queen with a white comforter. It was very hard to see these details, but I managed.

After sitting up in bed but before getting up, I became lucid, looking at my small blue digital clock at my bedside. There was no time at all displayed on it; it probably wasn't even on. I quickly plugged my nose and then suddenly burst up out of my bed, ran out of my bedroom door into the dark hallway, and then ran to the front door. The whole time I was shouting "woohoo!" I usually exit through the front door of my house, especially on lower lucidity levels, but I'm not usually running blindly through the house like that.

I was now at the front door (and it was already open). I just walked outside a few steps and took off flying for the rest of the dream. And yes, I was flying in dimly lit conditions. I got up pretty high at one point and was now far away from my neighborhood. There was a single road with a few highway lights illuminating it with orange, and high above it were telephone poles. I had to fly even higher to avoid getting clipped by the wires and cables.

Most of my lucidity was gone at this point, because I was obviously lacking confidence in my ability to fly through fake f****** telephone wires.

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

I was in a convention center with pretty high ceilings; it actually looked like an art gallery. The floors were yellow cream tile, the walls white, and the lighting was coming from many light bulbs in circular encasements right in the ceiling.

There were two floors to this building: the main floor, and the basement. The main floor was of the layout described above, but the basement was mostly shiny beige-painted concrete, and had a much lower ceiling, only around ten feet from the ground. I was taking an escalator down to the basement, and while I was standing there, going down, I was going over some sort of plan. "Build" is the only word I can remember, but it definitely wasn't anything bad.

On the way down I saw Gilbert Huph (Mr. Incredible's boss) sitting on the escalator rail, going up, while I was going downwards. He looked at me and said, "did you just say bomb"? I didn't, so I spent a few moments saying "no" and trying to convince him. Ultimately he just laughed, hopped off the escalator at the end, and walked away.

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

I was in a large art room that had white walls and two windows along one wall. There were various plastic bins and cabinets arranged along the walls, with square wooden desks placed randomly throughout. There were probably five or six desks; some were at an angle, and others properly arranged, being parallel to the walls.

I was sitting at a table with five or six other students. We were finished a small project our teacher gave us a few days before; there was one project sheet, obviously photocopied, in front of us. I was able to read the full amount of text, but I only remember segments, which are written in the image.

If you can't read the text, the objective was to fill in the boxes on this sheet of paper, and present "the elements" of four seasons, one season in each box.

I had this sheet in front of me, and it was completed. My drawings were done with graphite pencil, without any color, but I knew it was sufficient to get a good mark. In the spring box, I put a sailboat and water, and in the summer box I put beach towels and an umbrella in sand. For the fall box I drew leaves blowing in the wind, and for the winter one, I drew a toboggan and a tuque.

My teacher came around, wearing her usual white art coat dotted with specks of dried paint. She leaned over my shoulder as she'd normally do in real life (creepy), and examined my submission. "This is all wrong", she told me, disappointed. "I said to draw the elements, not this stuff". I turned around and looked at her, now standing upright. "You didn't say the weather elements," I said. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Regardless, you'll get a D-". She then snatched my paper and walked away, leaving me pissed off and 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:
I'm still going through one of those really long dryspells.
Each dream that I have right now, it's always one of the following.

- No lucidity.
- Low lucidity.
- Lucidity with poor control.
- Lucidity with dark vision.

It's getting on my nerves.

Have another good lucid already!

So, this dream started with me being in an outdoor setting. It was sometime in the afternoon; the sky reflected this because it was slightly darker. I was sitting under a long, rectangular stucco gazebo. It was chocolate brown in color and had windows all around the sides, like a miniature single-room house. There was one white door that led to a very short path, and then parallel to the gazebo was a two-lane road. There were houses surrounding both the gazebo and the road, like a neighborhood.

In the gazebo (which was darker than outside, because it casted shadows and there were no lights on) was a huge cream and light brown area rug; it took up most of the floor space so I couldn't see what the flooring itself looked like. Against one wall was a long beige couch, one of those suede ones. I was sitting down on this couch.

I knew that I was expecting one of my friends to return anytime with a cup of Starbuck's coffee. Although in real life I hate everything Starbucks, apparently I begged her excessively to run to the place and get me something. She returned, opening and closing the door to the gazebo, and walked inside. She gave me a white foam cup with the Starbuck's logo on it. I thanked her, taking the cup.

Then she told me that I owed her a trip to Starbuck's some time over the next few days, for the favor she just did for me. I told her, "why not now? Let's go." And without waiting for her answer, I started to walk towards the door, and I heard her beginning to follow me. When we got outside, it was much darker, so I decided to postpone the trip.

"Tomorrow," I told her.

With that, I became lucid and confirmed the dream state by attempting to push my finger through my palm, having forgotten the nose reality check at the time. As always, I needed to make a bit of an effort to get it through, but I managed. I tried to summon at least five different people, none of them to any avail. I then just decided to take things easier than normal and walk around, exploring the dream world. I looked back at the gazebo and observed the wood. It was extremely realistic, and when I ran my hand over it, I could feel the tiny strips of frayed wood on it.

I also observed that the whole scene had a slight "bloom" effect to it. Bloom effect is like a very subtle glow.

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:
The problem with continually trying to WILD is that you end up getting a glut of sleep paralysis-related dreams, which usually aren't lucids. But this one was just effing scary.

I was in my supposed room, a small bedroom with dark blue walls and a queen-sized bed with a mint green comforter. I was lying on my stomach, on top of the comforter without a pillow, but with my arms under my head. In real life they would've lost circulation, but in the dream they didn't. I attempting to get sleep paralysis to WILD, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I got off the bed and lay down on the steel blue-colored carpet, my arms under my head again. My eyes were open the whole time.

Immediately after settling down, I felt tingling, and then I felt something sitting on top of me. Then it proceeded to almost lightly hug me, as I could feel it wrapping around my chest and back. It got off and then I heard a slight metallic flick. My heart began to beat very fast, almost coming through my chest; I could feel it trying to get out.

I then felt something sharp dragging along my back in a straight line. It stopped after a few moments, and then it happened again, a few inches down, parallel to the other line. Then, it happened twice more, but this time the lines were perpendicular to the previous two. It almost hurt, but there wasn't any true discernible pain. The whole time I tried to ignore it, because I knew it wasn't real (not to mention it wasn't even sleep paralysis but a dream!).

It ended and I woke up for real.

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

I was in a busy chocolate store that looked like the picture below, but it had more nooks and crannies.

Outside the store I could see a strip of average-looking mall, but I didn't go outside. After all, I was looking at different packages of chocolates. I looked for a few moments and then saw a package of milk chocolate Lindt truffles. I picked it up and began to look for a cash register. I couldn't find one, so I decided to shoplift. There was an exit on the left-hand wall of the store; it was a square archway that led into another room; more specifically, the store (or whatever it was) beside it.

I walked through the door, briefly looking behind me as I did, and walked right into a swimming pool area with small tiles on the floor and a few people swimming around. Standing in the doorway, I then opened the package and proceeded to unwrap the very realistic chocolates. The plastic wrapping was twisted at the ends of each chocolate ball, just like in real life. I popped one into my mouth and ate it, then I took another one. This one was pretty much melted, so when I pressed on it just a little to unwrap it, it broke in half and chocolate spilled out onto the floor.

I then heard shouting behind me. "Get back here!" I heard a man say in a rather deep voice, and this was the signal to get out now. I saw a door on the other side of the room, with one square window on either side. On the other side of the windows were trees and sky, so I knew it was the exit to the building. I briskly walked around the pool, continuously looking behind me, and then got to the door. I turned the shiny brass doorknob and when I pulled on the door, it caught, as if a chain was stopping it from opening on the other side.

I turned around as the man, dressed in a suit, walked closer and closer...

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 one feels pretty similar to my last recorded dream. The vividness decreased when I became lucid, but I still managed to complete the evasive TOTM and witness a terrorist attack.

This dream started off with me being on a long rope of grassy hill. It was a hill that rose only ten or fifteen feet from the ground, so walking back down to the ground would take less than a minute. It was probably later in the day, but it had yet to become noticeably dark.

The rest of the land was flat and covered in grass, and you couldn't see anything in any direction except a road traveling along the base of the hill that led to a very nearby city. The tall buildings started at the end of the hill, so you can visualize how close the city was; I was right on the outskirts of it.

I looked around and suddenly became lucid, shouting "yes" rather excitedly and doing the nose-plug reality check, which obviously failed. But then, the dream suddenly decreased in vividness. Things became slightly hazy and the lighting became dim, although it was still light outside. I rubbed my hands for stabilization and touched the blades of grass on the ground, but it didn't help. So, still being on the hill and in no position to move, I decided to summon a white unicorn that I could ride. After all, I had no idea how long the dream would last but I didn't want to flip out. I used the familiar turn-around-and-expect-it-to-be-behind-me technique, and it was.

However, although it was a bit harder to see, I could tell that the unicorn was a bit smaller than normal. I don't know how to measure horses in terms of hands, but it was probably only four feet tall. It also looked like its skin was made of white velvet, and I couldn't see its muscles moving as it walked over to me. It looked sort of like a toy, but that didn't bother me. I got up on it with a jump and landed square on its back, without having to reposition myself.

There was no harness so I looked away, out towards the city, and then back again; there was now a single metal hoop around its neck. I rolled my eyes and expected it to walk forward, and it did. The dream still wasn't fading, so I got off it to do something else.

That was when I lost most of my lucidity, with only a bit lingering. The road on the base of the hill had now changed to a six- or seven-lane highway with cars traveling quickly along them. All the lanes were in one direction, I observed. Although I wasn't lucid, I then chose to summon a random DC to test my dream control. I tried to summon it, but nothing appeared. I looked at the sky and then, at that very moment, two large gray planes flew overhead at an incredible speed, directly into the buildings in the city. There was an explosion which blew me backwards quite a bit, and the city buildings were now on fire.

The dream ended.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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

Notes:
This is probably, by far, the longest dream I've ever had!

I cannot remember exactly how this dream began, although I do know that I was in a mall setting. The floor was made of large smoky tiles, the walls white. The lights were dim, as if it had just shut down for the night, and outside it was dark; I could tell this because the triangular ceiling consisted of transparent glass panels. I was standing beside Will Graham, a character from the film Red Dragon (probably because I'd watched that movie the night before), and we were facing two other people, both of which were my classmates and good friends from school. We made a square, each of us at one point. There was another man sporting a suit and a long navy tie, positioned ten or twelve feet away from us, and was presumably the announcer of this each-man-for-themselves "duel". He began to speak.

"Each of you have been given a special power to use in this fight." As he spoke, Will stepped away and backed up against the wall, holding his hands up. "I'm not going to do this," he said. "I'm nervous." The remaining three of us continued to listen. "Puffin gets invulnerability." And then he pointed to my two friends consecutively. "You have the ability to run fast, and you have the ability to control electricity. Good luck." With that, he backed away and sat cross-legged on the floor beside Will, who was still standing. For some reason, I knelt down onto the ground and waited for the other two to charge at me. After a few moments of silence, they finally did. The fight itself was really just basic hand-to-hand combat, and no one used their powers. But I did get punched in the nose and didn't get hurt.

The next instant, I found myself in my bed with a white duvet pulled almost completely over me, my eyes already open. "Must have been a dream," I said to myself, and got up. The room wasn't my actual bedroom, but it was pretty large, around fourteen by fourteen feet, with soft tan carpet and light pink walls. I walked to the door, which had a white paint job, and opened it. The door led to a room with the same carpet, but it was much smaller and had a large flatscreen television on a black wooden desk. There was an ipod nano plugged in somewhere (I could see the cord and the device), and the computer screen was on but I can't recall what was on it. There was a cylindrical white garbage bin under the desk with a bunch of stuff in it; on top was the legible wrapper for a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar.

"We have these?" I asked. Someone had obviously eaten it, so I immediately went to our horizontal white freezer, which was in the same room right next to the door. I opened it and didn't feel any cold temperatures, but instead saw a cardboard box with the same type of label among other freezer foods. There were a few bars left, so I pulled one out and opened it. The bar looked exactly like the above picture. I took a bite and didn't taste strawberry filling, but something else. It took a few moments to realize what flavor it was. "Blueberry?" I said, surprised. "Gross". I looked where I took the bite and there was blue filling, not pink or red. I turned around to face the computer again, and there was another white door right beside it. I opened it and saw that it led into the street. I was facing a four-lane street with broken yellow dividers; cars ran along them at highway speeds. I stepped out of the door and looked around; around me were large city buildings that looked like ones a banking or insurance company would own, all with large glass windows. There were small buildings too, and I noted a convenience store that had a logo like 7-Eleven but didn't pay any more attention to it. I was only a few feet from the door I just walked through, when someone stepped beside me. I turned my head and was looking at a teenage boy, around seventeen years of age, with short brown hair. He was wearing an olive green t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "you're the only one that can do this. No one else will listen to me."

...Or something like that.

At that moment, I knew what I was looking for: a large car that looked like an Porsche 918 Spyder, except it was twice the size, covered with custom armor, and was carrying an atomic bomb. It was being driven by a heavily armed, schizophrenic man.

I looked at the cars rushing by on the highway, and began to run towards them. I took a huge leap, landing on top of a car that looked like an Audi R8 and crushing the front hood. I recoiled slightly from the landing and then heard a quiet exclamation from a man inside the car. But I didn't care, his car could be replaced. The world couldn't be. The car I landed on was still moving, just slower than the other vehicles now, and I jumped again, this time into the middle of traffic, contacting the pavement. I looked behind me and saw cars about to run me over, so I faced the direction of travel and began to run alongside traffic, in between lanes so I wouldn't get run over. After a while of running with the traffic at inhumane speeds, I heard the sound of a speeding engine. Still running, I looked behind me to see a large, generic black car rushing towards me, knocking out cars in its way as if they were made of plastic. It came up to me and I crouched down, pressing up with great force as it began to run me over. It flew into the air, a good hundred feet, and contacted the side of a tall business building. I looked at my hands and was covered in dirt, and I smelled blood. It wasn't coming from me though, I knew, so I continued to walk down the street. The vehicles on the road kept their distance from me now, slowing down practically to a crawl and moving in a uniform speed.

I kept walking for the next few minutes, occasionally looking up at the sky that was filled with thick clouds. There was no sun appearing today.

The road then ended. Cars that were travelling along this road with me disappeared, and at the end of the strip was a rectangular single-story building with a dark green stucco exterior. It had a single large, square-shaped wooden door. I heard muffled thrashing inside the building, as if someone was banging on the walls with a large object, trying to get out. I gathered myself and rammed into the door, breaking it down. But as I did, something huge broke through the walls and door, and zoomed right over top of my head. It was the massive car; I could see a large hockey puck-shaped piece of metal on the top of it. I looked back at the building, which was nearly totalled from the car. Then my gaze returned to the threat. I was determined to stop it.

I couldn't see the man, neither inside or outside the car, so I'd be spared gunshots and injury; for the most part anyways. I quickly walked towards the car, and music began to play in the background of the dream. I'd never heard an actual song playing in a dream before, so this was different. It was the distorted tune of Dani California, a song I listened to the night before this dream happened. When I got in close proximity, I hurled myself at the car and punched it, creating a huge hole and causing it to fly away from me a few feet. I continued to do this, beating the metal up. Each blow I delt, the car became more and more unrecognizeable. But hello, what about the bomb?

By now, the car was the consistency of a crumpled piece of paper. I backed up a few feet and then ran at it as fast as I could, landing one final hit. The car blasted away into the side of a semi truck and there was a massive explosion, mostly smoke but there was fire as well. It wasn't from the bomb, just the impact of the car against the truck. And I knew that the bomb was now deactivated (somehow). I'd find the man behind this someday.