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
"Hey," I asked a man passing by in his emerald green car, "have you seen Jake Sully?"
"No." He drove off.
I looked around to see if anyone else would come. It was daytime, and the sky was a bright blue with a few wispy clouds here and there. I was in the middle of nowhere, on the side of a road that wound all the way around a large lake. There were no trees, just short grass, both green and dead patches, so you could see the other side of the lake. There was no way to enter this road that encircled the lake, and the car that passed me just a few seconds ago continued to go around and around the lake on the road. I didn't realize that this was strange.
Another vehicle, a rusty orange piece-of-junk truck this time, suddenly appeared and drove up to me, stopping. The person inside rolled their window down, which took a few moments because it was sticking. There was one person in the truck: a woman who looked like she was around forty years old. She was smoking a cigarette and there was dusty smoke coming out of the window, but I couldn't smell anything.
"I'm looking for Jake Sully," I told her.
She nodded her head and handed me a piece of white paper with something printed on it. It was an image of Jake Sully that looked like it was printed on with a home printer. The image looked sort of like the one below (maybe because I've seen it so many times before), but certain features of his face were warped and "dream-like".
I took the paper and she drove off.
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