Real Life Non-Lucid Lucid Yeah, last night I got to bed a little late. I was in a band of superheroes. There were like five to seven of us. We all had our own colors, our own powers, and our own name. We could also shoot out 8-bit beams of light of our color. They would have each of your colors in it in stripes and little squares of other colors in between. They did not move at the speed of light, more like 25 miles per hour. Whenever you looked at one of the people of the band of superheroes gibberish text would appear in a font resembling the element menu of the Powder Game. If you had two colors it would have two lines of text, one in each color, if you had three, you'd see three. My color was all of them. I was a rainbow color-wise. I guess I was an exception to the text thing– since I had all the colors I guess my name looked like the element Bubble does; each letter is a color of the rainbow, but I never could exactly look at myself, so I don't know. The only person in the band I remembered the name of was Clayton. I think the whole band was my brothers and cousins... He had on grey on top, orange in the middle, and red on the bottom. I remember the color and gender of one other person– One person, a boy, was grey on top and pink on the bottom. We went through towns helping people out when they needed help. Eventually we got to a boss, but this time it was Clayton's color, and you can only fight people your color. I don't remember what it was, but Clayton, whose power was to fly, flew up to it. It was on the top of a tall grey tower, whose material was unimportant I guess because it was just a solid grey tall rectangular prism. He kept on fighting and fighting, shooting his color rainbows at it I guess, but it was too far away to see, and eventually I got bored watching. I shot rainbows at the tower, knowing nothing would happen. A girl on the team, possibly (or maybe not) Riley, criticized me with something similar to "Stop doing that, he's not your color, anyway!". Now, either I don't remember anything or since the dream skipped boring parts. If it actually skipped, then this was a clear sign I was dreaming that I missed At the end of the day we were in the middle of a dark forest. (This doesn't turn bad.) Kit, a boy, (Maybe his color was a lighter and darker shade of green? I don't remember perfectly.) got out a hammer that was 6 feet long, which had a gold block for a head, but on the sides we copper or bronze plates. The handles were wood. So the head looked like this from the side: ######### ######### ######### ######### Kit hit the ground with the hammer, not that hard, but not just tapping it either. A brick appeared and the Mario Theme started. It was only about three quarters the size of a real-life brick. We were all like "Whoah!" and we all begged if we could have one too. I don't even remember getting one after that. Next thing I knew we were making buildings out of bricks by whacking the hammers, with the Mario Theme still playing. Eventually bricks weren't fitting at one corner, and I looked for a problem. It turns out two of the four sides of the brick building we were making were leaning outwards, by three inches or so. I pushed it back in and resumed. I woke up. Thanks for reading my first dream journal. I tried to be as detailed as possible.
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