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 a dream added from a few months earlier.
The entirety of this dream occurred in one classroom. It had beige walls, and long modern wooden desks; each desk was almost the length of the classroom and had many laptops lined up, with a swiveling chair in front of each one. Outside, it was pretty dark. Although the lights were off in the room, there was a long line of windows (like in reality) along the side of the classroom, and so enough light came in to illuminate the area.
The door to the room was closed.
I was with my friend, Alex. which wasn't really that odd. However, the strange thing was that we were both floating. To make things even more bizarre, I was wearing a normal, everyday outfit, but my Coach runners each had one maraschino cherry on the lace part.
We stayed in the classroom, floating and drifting around for a few minutes, and then Jim Carrey suddenly opened the door and walked right in. He asked us how we were able to fly, and neither of us knew how to explain it.