yumiko27

It's blurry, but I eventually remember seeing a scruffy looking man near an old, red truck. I walk up to him and ask him a question. I can't remember what I asked him, but I did realize I was dreaming as I started to talk to him. Like many of the DCs in my dream, I knew he was either going to be cryptic and a pain, or an absolute moron.
This guy was the latter.
After getting a broken response for whatever I had asked, I left.
*blurry part, can't remember*
I had reached a back porch and I felt nervous. I jumped--no, floated down to the field below and willed it to be daytime. That field was absolutely lovely. Though, it wasn't as beautiful as the field from the first dream I ever remember having. I'd rather create breathtaking works of art in my dreams than talk to any DCs. So, it was nice to see that pretty field with the sunlight making it all a very brilliant green. Too bad I woke up, or else I would have made it even more beautiful.