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:
RCCW - roller coaster car wash.

My father, my sister and I were bringing in our car for a car wash. I didn't know the name of the building, only that we needed to wash our car really badly. We stepped inside once a man took our keys and got into our car, and into something very bizarre.

Right when you were to walk in, the room was big. It was rectangular-shaped, and the walls were painted a paler orange with white square accents, almost like the colors in some modern houses. What was directly in front of us, though, was even weirder: a roller coaster. I suppose it was some sort of attraction for while you're waiting for your car to be washed? It came from an open doorway to the right of the room, went in front of us, curled around the other side, and went back through another door on the right-hand side again. The roller coaster moved slowly, as there was no 'set time' to load yourselves on. You had to know when it was going to jerk and keep moving, so you didn't fall. But other than that, it was pretty safe.

The design of the cars were square, brighter orange, and a solid guard-rail on all four sides. You had to really jump in over these rails in order to get inside. Sooner or later, we were able to get in before the coaster moved on to the next room. In this new room, the roller coaster went up, and then down, and then up and down again on a gentler sort of slope. But then, there was a larger drop, followed by an inversion. When I woke up, I thought this was extremely stupid, since there were no restraints whatsoever on the cars. We'd have fallen out if the dream had used proper gravitational forces. I also kicked myself for not becoming lucid.

But this dream has two parts. The next section involves Wilson from the show House.

After the roller coaster, for some reason we didn't go back to the front of the building to pick our car up. Instead, the dream skipped a bit, and we found ourselves in a hospital setting. We were in a room, a spacious room, that looked like one of those divided hospital settings: one patient would be in the front portion of the room, and then on the other side of a curtain, another patient. However, there was no "dividing curtain" and no patients at all inside. There was only one regular (possibly a double?) bed with a baby blue throw. This was on top of the other white hospital blankets, of course. To the upper right of the bed, on the wall, was a larger bulletin board with photos of Wilson's wife, Amber. There were also birthday cards of some sort, letters, and notes. Somehow we knew that Wilson had died in this room; perhaps he was sick, or he had committed suicide. At the end of the room were a few large windows, horizontally placed across the entire wall. We walked slowly towards the windows and looked out. I saw regular, taller buildings.

The dream was now over.