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So I don't know if this would be considered lucid or more like partial lucid, but I had a dream last night that felt so real. I was somehow in possession of a red Ferrari sports car. This isn't the first time I have had a dream specifically about a red Ferrari. It has been 7-10 years since I last had a Ferrari dream. The dreams are always pretty much the same. Super happy that I have a Ferrari, although I have no clue it's a dream. I just do alot of driving, and for some reason this time around I thought it would be a good idea to loan the car to a friend of a friend (I know, its weird), and then somehow the car was lost and I went on a frantic search for the elusive crimson machine. I never found it, and then woke up. Last nights dream was the first time that I ever let anybody else drive the car. It's kinda humorous to me that it's always a Ferrari, and never any other type of super car.

Niki Lauda would be proud!

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:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
So maybe I wasn't that lucid... After all, I didn't remember any of my current goals, and my goal of driving an awesome car was out the window ages ago. But it was definitely a fun dream.

I was in some restaurant that looked like a pizza place I'd visited a year ago. It's called Gino's East, and is located in Chicago. The exterior of the building isn't that special, but inside people are allowed to write graffiti on everything, including the chairs and walls. I had actually made some drawings in there when I was younger. And, not to mention they make some killer deep-dish pizzas, probably the best I've ever eaten.

Enough with my advertising. In the dream, I was sitting down in a booth on the right-hand side of the room; the restaurant was rather empty except for a few people scattered around different tables by themselves, and the lighting was brighter than in the picture, as if there was a lot of light pouring in. The tables had the same checkered tablecloths, and the booth seats and backs were made of wood.

I became lucid a few moments after sitting in the booth. Although I wasn't as aware as I usually am, I was still capable of thinking pretty clearly. I'd drive a Lamborghini and get that old dream goal off my mind (even though it already was in real life...). I got out of the booth and opened one of two regular-sized glass doors to a busy Chicago street. It was definitely daytime, because it was light outside. On the street, there were cars driving past at around 70km/h. I looked away from the street for a moment, and looked back.

Parked on the side of the street, in front of me, was a shiny new Lamborghini Gallardo.

It was a bit sleeker and shorter than in reality, but that made it all the more interesting. I got in and, although the windows looked small on the outside, they were massive when I got in. I could see just about everything going on around me. Without turning they keys inside (which were present), I stepped on the gas and the car started to drive. I pressed down harder and it went even faster. I was dodging in between cars, going around them... I pressed the brakes when I came to a corner, and I had to really step on them to get the car to slow down. I turned and the car didn't handle that well.

By now, I'd lost almost all of my lucidity. I drove down the streets, looking similar to the picture I'd posted, until it got a little darker outside. I came to a brick building with a large, flat awning over it. It was closed in by two other small buildings, and this created a small rectangular space where I could park my car. I drove up to the space and suddenly went down two or three small steps, which didn't damage the car. When I slowed the car down, I pulled the keys out. The dream ended there.