MelloYellow
Lurker

Cohesion:2/4
Lucidity:2/4

I looked to be about ten years old, and poofed into a warm, brown grocery store. People were loudly bustling around me, yet none of them seemed to have any facial features. Where their faces should have been, there was only a light flesh colored mist rolling off of their skin. I took note of how odd this was, yet I continued walking around the large store, trying to blend in. Eventually at the front of the store, I found a tall white machine with a bright touchscreen display.
It towered above me until I imagined it being shorter, which caused it to shrink to chest height. At this, people walking by slowed down considerably, turning to look at me with confusion and apprehension. Their faces slowly started to form, and most of the men look uncomfortable and awkward when they noticed me. Women seemed angry, and started to whisper harshly to each other.
I ignored them mostly, and started to fiddle through the touchscreen's menu. I remember feeling very overwhelmed due to the choices and controls, yet I ended up finding an ice cream menu. A picture of mint chocolate chip ice-cream appeared on the screen, and I felt ravenous. I put my finger on the screen and focused on the texture of the cold treat, and the ice-cream on the screen wiped off on my finger. I started to go wild, eating as much as I could while enraged women screamed and charged at me. One man with black hair jumped towards me and started to drag me to the exit, pushing away women that seemed almost feral. He let go of me to hold more back and I ran outside crying. As soon as I was out of there, I felt incredibly bored and empty. When I looked back inside the store, everyone seemed calm and where walking around as if nothing had happened. I chose then to end the dream.

Cohesion:1/5
Lucidity:1/5

It seemed to have been my birthday, and my mother decided to bring me to a bakery past midnight to choose a cake. The store owners seemed to have lived in the bakery, but were not angry at being woken. Instead, they seemed apologetic that they couldn't serve us. We negotiated for a moment, and they seemed to be on close terms with the president. They gave us an address at which we could meet him, and they told us he'd let us borrow the presidential car. Suddenly, we're sitting in the car of a secret service member in the midst of afternoon. The seats are oddly green, and he seems anxious, switching between being deathly serious and lighthearted. Suddenly, it's night time and it jumps to the car being rolled over, all of us hiding behind it as he shoots at some approaching enemies. There is a short cut to of finally getting to the car, and we drive it back to the bakery. The store owners are glad to see us, and we bring back three cookies, offering the two of them some. My mother takes one also, but I somehow materialize a new one for my self. They are dry and taste like extremely salty soy sauce, yet everyone keeps eating them. We're all laughing about something, yet one of the shop keepers notices that I made a new cookie appear and looks at me strangely.