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

I have no idea what time of day it was, because I was in a building with my father. We were in a dimly lit room, probably around 30x30 feet with fairly high ceilings, but not high enough to make the room feel too spacious. There were very dark shadows cast along the upper edges of the room, and the walls were a darker warm color.

Stretching across the entire length of the room, parallel to the walls, was a black fissure; whoever fell into it would disappear into nothingness. Suspended across this fissure was a wooden bridge going a good five or so feet above it. The bridge looked brand-new, except for the fact that it didn't look polished or shiny. Under this bridge was a hollow square box made of wood; one could climb through it and go across the fissure, emerging on the other side. The box wasn't dark or shadowed inside because it was only a few feet across, the same width as the fissure. There were a few other tight tunnels going in different directions; one went diagonally up over the top of the bridge and down again onto the other side of the fissure. Inside this tunnel it was very tight, only two feet worth of space across. There were thin panels of wood placed horizontally in this tunnel that you could grab onto and step on to climb up it, and then down again.

My dad went in that tunnel, having to squeeze in as if it were a claustrophobic underground cavern. I went in next and once I got my whole body in, the dream skipped.

I was now on a square wooden platform on one side of the bridge, the other tunnel still being there. The platform was a few feet across both ways, and there was another rectangular piece sticking out of it. On the end of this piece was a beveled, pale blue arrow pointing to the other side of the fissure. There was a structure on the other side, the same height as the platform I was on, and it was four or five feet away. I had to jump to get to it, and "I'd win the game". Hmm.

I jumped in an effort to get to the other platform, and the dream slowed down a bit. Slow-motion-like, I fell into the fissure. After a brief moment of falling, I suddenly stopped and began floating. A skinny dark tan hand appeared, five fingers I believe, and it had longer black pointed nails. It wasn't dangerous in the dream, but it did tap me and tickle me a bit. I curled up and put my arms and hands against my ribcage, because that's where I was (and am) the most ticklish.