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

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: 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: 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...

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.

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 mid-day and I was in a small dark-lit room, sitting in front of the computer. This computer was around 20" large, and was black, but the screen was on, and this was the only time a computer's ever worked in my dreams.

I was on a very popular art site that had a dark gray background and a black strip in the middle, where posts are made. I had put a piece of my artwork up a few days earlier; it was of the style I actually draw with, as you can see below. It didn't look exactly like it, but the style was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the dragon I posted online had more little details, and white circles bordered by black around the face.

I was going back on the site and refreshed the page. Although most of the text was illegible, the page worked normally. I scrolled down to where my entry was, and I looked at it briefly. I then scrolled some more and found a piece almost exactly like mine, with slightly wobblier lines and even more circles and details. It looked like a very obvious rip-off. I squinted slightly and looked underneath the submission, and read "Justin Beiber".

The little jerk, I thought.

I immediately put my mouse over his name, which became underlined and highlighted in baby blue. Clicking on it brought me to a page with a white text box, most likely to submit a comment. I began to type, being cautious not to sound too nasty, although I was steaming that some famous person would put their reputation on the line like that.

I typed, "I need to speak to you about your latest submission" before the dream ended.

I forgot about the dream for almost half a day before suddenly remembering it, and so I made sure to type it down as soon as I could.

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 walking along the left sidewalk of some neighborhood during the day; there was a flat wooden fence on my left, the road on my right, and then another fence. Beyond the fences were houses and trees. The road didn't have yellow markers on it, as it usually doesn't in my dreams.

Two of my classmates were walking with me. As we walked, two boys passed us on the sidewalk across the street, not looking at us. They were pretty fat! Both were wearing grey t-shirts and baggy jeans, and the one in front was taller than the one walking behind him, who was probably only around four feet. This guy in the back was wearing a brown baseball cap, and rapping or doing some weird thing. One of the people I was walking with came up to me and I recognized her as one of the people I don't like. I mentally questioned why I was with her, but I didn't become lucid.

She said pretty much out loud, "that guy's probably one to shoot you if you start making fun of him," and then continued to make fun of him. "Yo, yo, yo," she added mockingly in a deep voice, louder this time. The boys didn't even look at us even though she was shouting now.

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

CAUTION: If you don't have a good tolerance for gory/dark/disturbing situations, you might want to skip this entry.

I have absolutely no idea where this dream came from!

It was dark outside, and I could see that from looking out the window. I was in my bedroom, sitting upright on my bed with my legs crossed. My bed was a queen-size one, and had a modern square shape with black coloration. It was positioned in the center of my 14x14 room with the headboard against the wall; on the opposite wall sat my horizontal dresser, in the same modern color and style as the bed. Those were the two pieces of furniture in the room, slightly given shape to by a pale light shining in, although you couldn't see much more than that.

I sat there for no more than five seconds before a dark shape shot out from underneath the bed and pushed me off, right onto the floor. I hit the hardwood floor on my backside; it almost felt as if I had broken something, because pain shot up my spine as I sat up. The pain slowly ebbed but it was there for the rest of the dream.

I looked up on my bed and there was a dark silhouette standing on it; it looked like an adult but it was fairly skinny and short, probably around three feet. I couldn't tell whether it was wearing anything because it was in the shadows near the head of my bed. There was now a chain hanging from the ceiling, and a few feet from where it was hooked, there was a large piece of rotting flesh. I could see the slightest amount of red coloration, and something was dripping from it. "Oh my god," I exclaimed to myself. "What do you want?"

The figure chuckled, and jumped off the bed, landing quietly beside me. It got up and walked around the room a bit, and then disappeared under the bed. I looked around to see if it'd appear again, because I was very frightened, and then it appeared from underneath the bed, reaching out and biting a piece of my leg off. I screamed but I didn't feel any pain, instead I just felt my leg with my hand, realizing a piece was missing from my thigh. The creature jumped back on the bed and stood up, beginning to eat it with a sickening sound, and I ran to the door, trying to open it. There was no light coming from the edges of it, and it wouldn't open; the knob wouldn't even turn. I spun around to see the creature breathing hard and coming at me again, this time staring at my face.

I ran at it, and grabbed its own face with my hand and tore it off; it felt as if it were made of plaster. I looked at my hand as the creature fell to the floor, and saw blood smeared all over it.

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:
In real life I ordered a Fight Club poster a few days ago, and I'm waiting for it to be delivered. That's obviously where this dream came from.

It was daytime, and the sky was filled with wispy white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the concrete front steps of my house, looking around the block. The deliveryman should be there any minute to drop it off, I thought. As soon as I finished thinking those words, a man in a full-body navy suit came around the corner (there was a high wooden fence in the way) and walked up to me. It looked like he was wearing a janitor's outfit, but it was slightly baggier. He was holding a large square box over his shoulder, and when in close proximity to me, he put it on the ground.

It wasn't sealed, so I kneeled down and opened it up right away, expecting a Fight Club poster to be inside. Instead, I found two separate posters, rolled up so the white sides were facing outwards. I said, "these aren't mine," without even looking to see if even one of them was the one I ordered. "Tell your boss to get the damn order right next time," I added, and kicked the box over to his feet.

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 was in a large room, probably around 150x150 feet, that had very high ceilings. The walls were almost non-existent, as there were massive panes of glass to act as windows which substituted the need for walls. The floor was pale blue tile, and once you put all this together, it looked like an indoor community pool area.

However, there wasn't the typical pool in the center of the room.

There was an upside-down cone-shaped structure that was olive green in color, with four accents of dark blue metal strips around the sides. It was probably around twenty feet tall, and made of thick steel, but it was hollow in the middle. The cone was filled with water, leaving only seven or eight feet of empty space above the surface. This is where I, along with four friends of mine, were clutching, spaced out evenly. We were holding onto the sides because as we climbed into the cone, the actual handles retreated so we didn't have anything else to hold onto (this wasn't shown in the dream, but I just knew).

We were playing another game in a series of challenges. We were supposed to defeat a creature that was swimming in the water below us. It was pale pink and had blurry black spots all over its body, but I couldn't tell this until it actually surfaced.

We were holding on for a few moments, looking at each other, when it suddenly surfaced, only coming a few feet above the water. Because of this, we could only see its backside. A few moments later, its back appeared out of the water again and it lashed out with a massive claw. After it did this, its head appeared for a few instances but I didn't see its face. It continued to do this, traveling along the side of the cone in the water. I found the pattern easily, while the others were just standing in confusion.

"You have to jump on its head once it swipes," I told one of my friends, the one who it was coming up to next. She nodded, but when the creature came around, she only dodged its claw and didn't jump. "I'm scared!" she told me, and I did a facepalm.

"I'll do it then," I muttered. When the creature came around to my side of the cone and once it finished lashing out, I pushed myself off the side and onto its head. I bounced off slightly and ended up catching the side of the cone again, and the creature recoiled, going back into the water. I heard a congratulatory beep.

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

I was in a generic mall with gray, gray, and more gray, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I was standing in front of a children's center, which contained an indoor play structure with covered bars, colorful mats, and different tubes to play around in.

However, it was only a one-floor type structure, and the ceiling was low, probably only three feet from the ground. Since there was no cashier or counter of any sort, I decided to just go in and look around. It looked like your average play structure with climbing ropes, soft rectangular pieces to move around, and the likes. I crawled around for a while, dodging the odd kid who crossed my path, and then decided to leave.

I got close to the entrance and suddenly an alarm went off; it sounded like a fire bell. A lady, probably in her late twenties, walked up to me (I guess the ceiling raised or something, because it would've been impossible to stand up in there), and gestured to get back further into the structure.

"What? I was just going in there for a few minutes, I can leave," I told her, rather annoyed. I looked in front of me and noticed there was a thin black wire going from one side of the entrance to the other. There was also a silver mesh gate blocking the entire entranceway. I turned around and crawled back into the structure, muttering, "a**hole".

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

Since ski hills are near impossible to describe, especially from a first-person point of view, I'll begin by describing the top of the hill, which was the size of a small house.

It was the middle of the day, the sky was blue and there were little to no clouds in the sky. I was on the top of a ski hill that had irregularly-shaped mounds of snow everywhere, and was dotted with pine trees, especially near the edges. It looked pretty natural. There was one path, a few meters wide, that traveled along the top of the hill and went down the side. This was one ski path that you could take to the bottom. My friends and I, around ten of us, were all on the top and wondering which path we should take. I looked behind us and saw the second ski path. I couldn't see what either of the paths were like, and there were no ski hill signs, so we decided to take a chance and go down the second one.

I watched as my friends (all wearing skis and jackets, no ski pants) went down the side of the mountain, which curled pretty quickly. I pushed off with my skis and went down; I suddenly realized that the hill was a straight 90-degree drop! I felt something fasten against my waist, like a belt, and I began to accelerate down the hill. My skis weren't planted on the snow, but instead I was floating a few inches away. I was in the middle of the group the whole way down; some people were ahead of me while others fell behind.

The situation cut off before I got to the bottom, but I ended up on another ski hill (probably in the same dream). It was still day, but this time, I was in the middle of a wide ski hill edged by pine trees, and it was a very gradual slope, probably twenty degrees. Someone passed me on skis, and I knew it was my friend. The ski hill curved, and beyond the curve was hidden by trees, so I didn't know what was past that. I decided to go down too, and see what was behind it.

I began to ski and as I rounded the corner, I saw a massive flood at the bottom of the hill. There were pieces of snow sticking out of the water, as well as a few small icebergs floating. There were a couple of people scattered around the base of the mountain, out of the water. I kept going and had to really stomp on my skis to avoid flying into the water at the bottom. I looked around for my friend, and she was nowhere to be found. I continued to scan the area and noticed ski tracks going back up the mountain; my gaze followed them and I saw her standing where I used to be on the hill. "Oh, come on!" I said, slightly exasperated.

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 behind a square piece of hedge on the lawn of a rather modern-looking house; the exterior was saturated tan stucco with sienna brown accents, and the driveway was two flat slabs of yellow-tinted concrete. The location must have been set in a desert because the sky was blue and there wasn't much grass on the ground. I could see everything around me, even though it was fairly dark outside.

I was looking at a man who was walking along the driveway. His name is Hank, a character from the AMC series Breaking Bad; he was wearing a black jacket, slightly baggy, and blue jeans. I saw a flash of a salmon-colored shirt underneath, where the jacket was unzipped. He looked the same as the image below, but obviously with different clothing.

The car was red and fairly rusty; it looked like a van made in the 80's with sharper corners and less curves. There was a thin panel of polished wood placed horizontally around the vehicle as an accent.

He got into the car without opening the door; instead, he slipped through the open window which was slightly larger than it should've been. He turned the car on with an exaggerated twist of his arm, turning the key, and began to back up. I moved along the hedge as the car backed up, and then pulled out a cell phone. Without dialing any numbers, I immediately began to speak into it. "He's here," I spoke into the phone.

A pigeon appeared beside me; it was light gray and had black speckles all over its wings, as if someone had dusted it with pepper. It had the same cell phone stuck to the side of its head, without being propped up by anything. But it didn't speak, it just walked along the ground and disappeared on the other side of the hedge.

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

To anyone who actually reads my entries, sorry I haven't posted anything for a few days.

It was morning, and I was standing against the walls of a pretty casual-looking restaurant. The flooring was light gray, and the walls were smooth light-colored logs like a cabin would have. The room was around the size of a McDonald's, and it had cafeteria-style rectangular tables that were light wood with steel legs; the chairs had the same look. On one side of the room was a wide glass door that opened to the outside of the building, but you couldn't see through it. It was clear, but there was nothing discernible on the other side. On the opposite side, there was a counter with illegible menus, but there was no one working there.

There were people scattered around the different tables; some were standing while some were sitting with hamburgers and other "comfort foods".

I walked over to a table and sat down in one of two chairs. There was a white plastic cup with some sort of soft drink in it; the cup itself looked like a Big Gulp container except without the label. I picked it up and took a sip through a thick, transparent straw, and it tasted like cola.

A server came, in ordinary clothing, a few moments after I drank some of the drink. It was a younger woman with shoulder-length brown hair. She placed a lime green, plastic bowl in front of me. It looked like something a child would eat food out of. Inside was a cream-colored sauce and cereal that looked like Lucky Charms. I knew at once that it was some sort of Disney Princess cereal, but I didn't touch it, as when I scooped some of it up with a metal spoon, it was a gloppy consistency, like oatmeal.

I walked back over to where I was standing before and looked out a window. It was one of those small rectangular windows that some houses have in their bathroom. I stood on my tiptoes and looked out. I saw a small metallic-skinned dragon in the grass, which went for a few inches away from the window and then stopped at the brick wall of another building. I couldn't see much out the window but I did see the wall, grass, and dragon.

The dragon suddenly disappeared into thin air. I looked away, slightly confused, and then looked back into the window. It was there again, but it was flashing rather quickly - it was visible, then it was invisible. I didn't know what was going on; I thought I was hallucinating.