Puffin

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

I think I'm going through another lucid dryspell. Every time I got lucid over the past week, the levels were low and it didn't last very long.

I was the hallway of my house; it was around twenty feet long and around five feet wide, and the lights were very dim, as if they were off but not quite. I walked to the bathroom on the right side of the hallway and once I got to the door, I flicked the light switch. Nothing happened, and I tried again but got the same result.

At that moment, I became lucid but made no exclamation or felt any rush of awareness. I knew if I expected the lights to turn on, though, that they would, so I thought about that when I flicked the switch again. They flickered dimly a few times after I did that, but afterwards they stayed on. I walked into the bathroom which had a long, dark granite countertop and two white sinks, the toilet was on the end of the counter against the wall with a few magazines beside it on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror; I looked the same but I had bags under my eyes as if I were very tired, although I didn't feel that way at all.

I heard scuffling coming from the hall, so I looked from where I was standing into the dark hallway. There was no more dim illumination coming from it, instead it was pitch-black this time. I walked over to the door and thought, if there's something in the hallway, come out now. I was still slightly lucid and knew that if I got scared, the dream wouldn't end well.

By then, I lost my lucidity. I looked down the hallway, trying to focus on something in the darkness. It suddenly raced at my foot, dabbed it, and backed up, almost as if it were playing cat and mouse. "Come here," I told it nicely. It appeared at my feet again, but I was back in the bathroom this time, so the light hit it. It was a dragon, a little bigger than a cat, and it looked like Toothless from the film How to Train Your Dragon, but its nose was more pointed and it had a navy sheen to it. Its scales were so small you couldn't see them.

I ignored the dragon and closed the bathroom door, looking around a bit before opening the pale yellow fabric curtains of the shower, on the wall opposite the countertop. I heard something fall in the corner of the bathroom behind me, on the counter, and spun around to see a brand-new lamp that appeared. It was a tall single-bulb lamp that rose directly from the countertop and ended a few feet from the ceiling. On top of it was another dragon; it looked the same as the one before but it had no wings, and so it resembled a salamander more than anything.

It scurried down the lamp, twirling around it, and landed on the floor. I picked it up, and it must have weighed a good ten pounds or so.