Puffin

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

Notes:
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.