Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
This dream began the backyard of my current house. My home is a fairly big one-story, with a darker red brick exterior, large white windows, and a glass mosaic covering a curved part of the front of the house. Our backyard is simple: a patio with lighter wood, with a few short steps leading down into the yard. All there is is grass, with one tree in the right-hand corner. To the left and right are neighbor's fences. In the dream, it was the same as this.
The atmosphere was nice; it was just beginning to get dark. The sun was a few inches above the horizon, but there was no typical colors of a sunset. The sun was just there.
I was walking aimlessly along the edge of the patio. There was no railing or siding, so if one were to fall, it would be a two or three feet drop. After a minute or so of this, I decided to go back inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a door leading from the patio into the house, so I had to walk all the way around and use the front door. There was a fairly narrow path along the side of the house, accented by one rusty blue-gray pipe, which I took. I then went inside the white front doors.
I decided to go downstairs and chill out, maybe watch a movie. I ended up walking down the stairs, into the basement of a house I used to live in, four years ago. I can remember the basement very clearly, as my bedroom was down there. The stairs went straight down, into an open basement with white Berber carpet. There was a set of green suede chairs a few feet from the stairs, with a large flat screen TV in front of them, around 42 inches or so. The lights were off, and there was only a dim light emitting from the TV as I walked town the stairs. But this didn't bother me.
As soon as I reached the couches, the dream skipped a little bit. I found myself curled up on one of the couches, with a baby blue-colored throw on me. In my mind, I knew that I had just woken up from a nap, which in the dream I never saw myself actually go into. I never saw actually myself get onto the couch either.
The lights were still off, as well as the television, except for one small blue light in the lower left-hand corner. I started to get a bit nervous. I thought, "why isn't my mom down here?" for some odd reason. Maybe in the dream, she did something and I was expecting her to be there. Who knows. I groggily got up, and beside me, there was now a small side table. It was a darker sort of wood, almost cherry, and it had a digital clock on it. I looked at it, like it had always been there, and realized it was turned off. I thought this was strange, too. So, I went back up the stairs to check more clocks. Outside, the sky was realistically darker than before, but not as black as night yet. I checked a white, rectangular-shaped clock by the front door, and it was off, no power. I went into my sister's room, and her small pink alarm clock was off as well.
By now I was quite bewildered, but then I realized that I was dreaming. Just to make sure, I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and I could. Then I checked out my fingers. Everything was fine, all five fingers were on my left hand, but there was an extra finger sticking out of the middle of my palm. It scared me a bit, but I laughed it off and told myself it may be creepy, but it was still just a dream.
I decided instantaneously to waste the dream eating stuff, because I hadn't done that in a while. In the middle of the dimly lit hallway, I summoned a fancy table covered in a white table cloth, topped with a platter of nanaimo bars. I simply turned around to face behind myself and expected it to be there.
I picked one up and put the whole thing in my mouth, chewing slowly. It wasn't the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten in a dream, but it was still very good (although the yellow custard in the middle was a bit sandy-textured).
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