non-lucid

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

The first thing I can remember about this dream was that I was in my Grade 10 ELA class, the desks set up in groups of four. I was sitting at one of the desks, with two of my friends at the others, and we were talking about... I can't remember what. There were other students in other desks (there were three clusters of four besides the one I was sitting in). Suddenly, Edward Norton, the celebrity, walked in. I was completely thrilled that he'd suddenly appear in our classroom. The teacher didn't say anything, and he just sat down at our group of tables. "Oh my god, are you Edward Norton?" I asked him, excited, but also a little embarrassed. "Yeah," he told me, a little uninterested as he looked around the classroom. I pulled out a blue binder and ripped off a triangular piece of lined paper, asking him, "if it's not too much, could I maybe have you sign this?" He took it and signed it, writing a message I cannot recall. I do remember that he messed it up, though, and had to rewrite over top of it, so the final signature and message looked scribbled and gross. He handed it back and I was just like, "wow, thank you very much."

No one else knew who Edward Norton was, and I had to tell them that he was an actor. That'd probably be the case in real life, too.

The teacher suddenly told everyone to stand up, and that "our class's main ship has been compromised, and we must evacuate." This didn't cause me to become lucid either, even though I should have known that there couldn't have been a spaceship at our school. Anyways, we walked out into the hallway, but first we opened the door to our classroom. As we opened it, the setting dramatically changed. The other room was made of metal, and looked like a space port like you see in movies. There was a large, dark gray rocket-ship-shaped shuttle poised in the far left corner of the large room. We all walked over to it and got inside. Although I don't recall bringing my backpack with me, I did have it when we got in the ship. The dream skipped a bit, and we're now all having to evacuate this ship. While everyone began to run out of it, I was scrabbling about, looking for my backpack. After all, it had my signature from Edward Norton in it. One of my friends backtracked a bit and pulled on my shoulder. "Dude, come on!" she said, and continued to yank me out of the ship. I managed to find and grab my backpack before I was out.

The dream skipped once again, and I was now on a hill directly beside a bridge. It looked like this, except with more concrete, a paved road instead of train tracks, and basically less nature.

I looked up towards the bridge, and I saw a small dark gray UFO. Who knows what happened between the ship evacuation and now, and where did that UFO come from? I didn't think much about it. But I did see a white plastic grocery bag, and this interested me.

I picked it up and tossed it into the air, placing my hands around both sides of the bag, not touching it. It held in the air, and I rotated my hands around, causing the bag to turn and move in midair. I attracted a few peoples' attention and they clapped a bit, telling me to do more, and one even asked "how do you do that?"

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 took NyQuil to help me sleep, as I had a sore throat. The beginning of this dream was a blur but I do remember the rest.

I was with my sister and my father, and we were at an amusement park; an indoor one to be precise. The first part of this dream, I was on a ride that was themed around Stitch from Disney's Lilo and Stitch. However, this ride was whacked. First of all, the location was a bit strange. The room was large and spacious, around the size of a football field. The coaster took up almost the whole height and width of the room, and it had two inversions (loops) and disappeared through a door leading to another room. At the bottom of both inversions, it would dive a few feet under the water.

The mechanism that held the rider in place was even wierder: there was only one rider at a time. There was a cube that was fastened along the track, and hanging from it was two handles which the rider had to hold on to. The dream didn't really want to take into account real-life physics for this. What would happen during the inversions? Well, I found out.

I took a ride on the coaster. I held onto the handles, which wasn't too difficult, but when the first inversion began to come into site, a sort of black scuba apparatus lowered itself onto my face.

It was a round oval shape that had no goggles, just a piece that went over your mouth.

I don't recall seeing it when I got onto the ride, but it was there now. I breathed in as I went under the water, and the scuba device worked (thank goodness). Although it didn't have a mask to shield my eyes from the water, I didn't feel anything different. The ride continued and I continued to breathe through the mask as it didn't lift itself up until the ride finished. At the end, the track leveled out and went on straight for a few minutes. The handles changed, through a skip in the dream, from handles to a seat. The seat was a dark red, rounded square, and there was still only one. As the ride slowed down, there were three larger-than-life Stitches on illuminated circles along the right-hand side of the track. One had the red alien suit on, one had the Elvis costume on (although the clothing was black and not white), and the other was just a plain Stitch.

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 weird dream, and I wasn't as lucid as I'd have liked.

It began with me and my parents. We were in some form of mall, similar to the Mall of America, but there was only one floor. The style of the tile, walls, and stores looked the same. I remember distinctly seeing an Avon store with an identical logo to the real thing, as well as an HMV, but the logo was a brighter blue instead of hot pink, and it was big, covering the whole top part of the entrance of the store. Inside it had black walls instead of gray, but that's all I remember, as I didn't go inside.

The mall was packed; there were hordes of people, but it wasn't so crowded that it was uncomfortable.

The next thing I knew, we were at a large store that looked almost like a more closed-in "Apple" store, as the interior was white and gray, but dimly lit, the walls covered in merchandise and cherry wooden shelving. There was two doors side-by-side in the center of the entrance, and there were large windows on either side. It was around the size of a Hollister store. On one window, covering nearly the entire panel, was the official Avatar poster, with "Avatar" on the bottom in blue, glowing papyrus typefont. It also said "April 22nd" right below that, in a slightly smaller font, which was the actual release date.

I decided to go inside, as I wanted to buy the movie (for some reason I knew that it was the grand opening of this "Avatar" store and the release date for the movie, but I didn't see any customers once I entered!) There was a very short hallway, and then it branched off into a few rooms, almost like a spacious maze. On shelves there were snacks and Avatar merchandise, including small professionally packaged bags of chocolate covered cherries, selling for $5.00 each. This, I remember distinctly. I'm not sure why this occurred, but I looked down at the floor and I was wearing no shoes! I then became lucid, but it was a low-level lucidity, and I lost it as soon as I turned the corner and saw James Cameron. He said, "hello" to me, and I replied, "hi". I didn't attack him for an autograph or anything of the sorts, and just continued to browse around the store. I don't believe I ever saw the actual DVD or Blu-Ray of the movie in the store.

The dream skipped. I ended up in my dad's old apartment, in the hallway right beside two elevators, boasting shiny silver doors, slightly scratched from rubbing against the mechanisms inside the elevator wall. The carpet was slightly lighter than burgundy, and it had a detailed but spaced-out filigree pattern in transparent gold. The lighting, again, was slightly dim but was fine to walk around in. I decided to take the stairs (why, I don't know) and they were way different from what they should have been. It was a stairwell that hugged the four walls of the room, curling around in a square-shaped style, and I looked down the middle; it was around ten or eleven floors tall. I started taking off down the stairs, suddenly aware that someone was behind me, chasing me. Although I wasn't lucid at all, I decided to fly by summoning a pair of feathered wings, and I dove down the center of the stairwell. I could see my wings in the corner of my eyes, and I felt the person trying to grab me the second I went over the edge.

I landed on the first floor, still in the stairwell, and my wings were gone. I took off and went through the door. I was now in the city.

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 parents. I tend to have dreams where I'm at their houses, or when I'm at one we used to live in. This was the situation in this dream; my dad used to live in an apartment.

The apartment had all beige walls. When you walked in, you'd be in a little area where you could take your shoes off and put them in a closet with wooden sliding doors, which was right in front of you. You turn to the right, and there's an ottoman. Keep going, two or three feet, and there's the open space of the living room, the dining room, and the study area. The dining room comes first; it's a basic round maple wood table with four chairs spaced evenly around it. Behind that, there's the study, with an L-shaped desk. Then, turn to the left, and there's a little 'movie area', with a flat screen TV and two couches. One is at a 90 degree angle to the TV, while the other one is directly in front. The couches are dark brown leather.

This is where the dream began. It was night time; my dad was on the couch in front of the TV, I was standing beside him, and we were about to watch a movie. He hands me a movie and I look at it.

"The Illusionist? I just watched this a few days ago! But I'll watch it anyways."

I sat down beside him on the couch.

That was true; I had actually watched the movie in real life less than a week ago. When I woke up, I was surprised a real movie was be in my dreams. Anyways, that's beside the point.

He put the DVD in, and the disc menu looked almost exactly like the real thing. Although I cannot remember exactly what was in it, my father handed me a navy, rectangular box. It may have been some form of candy, or chocolate. I also remember opening it and exclaiming that I liked this "type" of food.

The dream skipped, and I was now at the computer desk on a balcony. The floor of the balcony was tan marble tile, which actually looked very pretty, and the walls were all large square glass panels, separated by thin lines of silver structure. The desk faced out towards the window, which was looking out at a next-door apartment building. I was making graphics on the computer; game sprites, to be exact. I was making a character for an upcoming video game I was creating, which looked very intricate and detailed, even though I could never really have designed something like it. The sprite was around 50x50 pixels, was salmon-colored, and had yellow stripes. It looked almost like a fluffy hedgehog, of some sort. That's when I heard my dad coming; whenever I hear my parents coming, I always seem to close what I'm doing on the computer, no matter how innocent it may be (not like I do anything else). My dad walked in and I was just able to close the computer window with the sprite on it.

He looked at me and asked "what are you doing?" fairly suspiciously.

I was surprised by his reaction.

I told him that I was creating sprites, but this only made him more suspicious. He asked me what sprites were, and before I could reply, he asked if they're a type of drug. I replied that they aren't, it's a type of computer graphic, but he began yelling and saying to never do that again.

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

Last night was divided into two distinct segments.

The first segment involved me being at the church where we hold my school's closing ceremonies each year. The air was dustier than usual, but the ceiling was high and triangular like it should have been, enclosing the room which was very spacious. The church's walls were wide wooden panels and there were long benches, three in each row, slightly curving around the front stage area, also made of polished wood. There were unrecognizable people, probably students, sitting comfortably in the benches. I was called up to the stage by the principal of my school (who was the only person I could actually recognize).

I got to the stage and walked towards a table, sprinkled with green and orange glitter. It looked pretty bad and cheesy, like a big birthday party table or something. I knew this even in the dream, but I didn't say anything. There were five or six papers laid out on the table, and I picked each of them up. One of them read "Shel Solversten Award", which wasn't a real award. Written below the name of the award was "for having the best signed piece of artwork".

Once I got my awards, I didn't shake hands with the principal as I would do in real life. Instead, I walked right out of the building through an exit to the left of the stage. The steel double doors swung open as I pushed both of them at once, and I found myself on the side of a street. I looked back and there wasn't a church anymore, but a store. It was a brick building painted blue, around the size of a pawn shop, with large glass windows. In the window display there were those pink and white dogs like from Victoria's Secret.

I walked in, the award papers now magically gone from my hand, and went into a fitting room at the back of the store. This "fitting room" was more like a bathroom stall. There were three in a row, all pure white except for the metal hinges that squeaked when I opened the door, and there were inch-wide cracks on either side where the door closed. This made me uncomfortable, so I positioned myself in the stall where no one could look in. After all, there was a bench of people outside (but right in front of) the stalls. I sat in there for a few seconds and looked out the left-hand side of the door. I saw a man sitting on the bench, a few feet away. He was slightly overweight and looked really grubby, almost like a criminal or something. I locked eyes with him and thought, creeper, then moved over so I was hidden once again by the door.