Puffin
Bird Brain

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:
I had poor recall last night. I can only remember two dreams, and limited details for both of them. This is unfortunate because I know they were much longer, especially the first dream. There are so few details that I'm combining the two dreams into a single entry.

Fragment 1: Navigating a "Mall School"

This dream took place in my old high school. The school had an interesting layout consisting of a massive long atrium, with classrooms lining either side of that atrium. Above this main floor was a second and third floor, and each had the same layout as the main floor, with classrooms lining the walls on either side. However, there was no floor in the middle of the atrium for either of these higher floors, which created a big open space in the middle of the school for people to congregate. If you were in the middle of the atrium on the main floor and you looked up, you could see the glass ceiling and sky. From this vantage point, you could also see the edges of the other two floors, and all the railings above them, which prevented students from falling down to the main floor. You could also see a few staircases, also with railings, that connected all three floors.

I was walking up a staircase, heading from the main floor to the second floor. There were no railings on the staircase. I felt a bit confused and concerned, because I knew people could easily fall, and I tried to stay closer to the wall so I didn't fall myself. (I often dream about this school in my dreams, and it's very common for the railings to be missing.) There were many nondescript people walking up and down the stairs, passing me.

I remember how, while the location was obviously modelled after my high school from real life, the vibes were different. Everything felt unfamiliar to me, and it didn't even completely feel like a school. Instead, it felt like a cross between a school and a mall/transit hub. There were a lot of small business signs, even some neon signs. There were some potted plants, too. The lighting ranged from normal indoor lighting, to dimmed lighting where things were only lit by a handful of small pot lights.

Once I reached the second floor, I got lost. I vaguely remember wandering around for some time, going down hallways and entering rooms, and my travels seemed to extend well beyond the logical size of the building itself, like there was some kind of Tardis "it's bigger on the inside" phenomenon happening. Eventually I arrived at a futuristic bus stop, still within the school, and took some kind of bus. The lighting in the building had become very dark. I can't remember anything past that.

Fragment 2: Free Rat Cage

I was in a small room that could have been a den. Inside this room, there was a plush, taupe-coloured sofa (L-shape), and behind it, there were a few different stacks of cardboard moving boxes. In the dream, I knew I was extremely busy and I had tons of work to do. I knew the work involved my mother and these boxes somehow. Even though they were cardboard moving boxes, however, there was no implicit understanding that I was indeed moving. I knew I needed to start removing the boxes from the room, so I started dragging out each of the stacks from behind the sofa. It didn't take much effort to drag them, because the boxes were weightless, and even though I made bigger movements while pulling them, the stacks didn't feel precarious or wobbly. It was like gravity wasn't affecting them, or like each stack was a single solid object.

Once I pulled out enough of the boxes, I discovered a cage for small animals that had been hidden there. It looked like a Critter Nation cage, with metal bars that were painted black. At the bottom, it had a blue tub that was around six inches deep, presumably for bedding. But the cage wasn't as wide as a real Critter Nation cage. Instead, it was tall and narrow. It must have been 2x2x5 feet tall.

Somehow, I knew this cage was free to take if I wanted it. I looked at it thoughtfully, and I asked myself if it was big enough to accommodate two rats. In the dream, I had apparently been contemplating getting rats for some time, and even though I was still undecided, I almost wanted to take the cage home. My rationale was if I took it home and I did choose to get rats, I wouldn't need to spend money on a new cage. However, I ultimately decided against taking it, because I couldn't confirm if it was suitable, and I didn't have time to stand there and deliberate. I reassured myself by thinking something like, 'no big deal, I'll find another free cage down the road'.

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:
This dream had multiple segments. I was also a spectator in this dream rather than a participant. My view was similar to that of a cinematic camera with drifting angles and unnatural vantage points. Sometimes I would be looking over characters in a close-up, with the view moving slightly, and sometimes I would be panning across a scene with characters in it, like it was a wide angle shot.

Segment 1

In this first scene, I was underwater. I knew I was in the ocean of Pandora, but the scene felt somewhat enclosed, rather than open which is how an ocean should have felt. The water colour didn't look pristine; instead, it looked slightly muddy. It gave the impression of river water. In this water, there was a towering sea anenome, which must have been dozens of meters high. Encircling the column of the sea anemone were rows of additional sea anemone tentacles that protruded outward. Somehow, they were structurally sound enough to be used as shelves. I remember these "shelves" were covered with items, but I can't remember what they were.

On one of the shelves, there was a lone human body that was lying prone, with its feet against the main column. It appeared to be the human form of Tsireya, a Metkayina clan member, and it was either dead or inactive somehow. Suspended in the water in front of the body, I saw Tsireya in her Na'Vi form. She was very focused on her human body, and she was positioned so her face was fairly close to the head of the other body. She made gentle sweeping motions with her hands from the body's head to her face. As she did, oxygen bubbles formed and grew over the body's head until they collected into a single large bubble, which encapsulated the body's head. She continued to make sweeping motions, and the bubble pulled away from the head and moved toward her own face. Her lips touched it and she appeared to slowly breathe it in, like it was providing oxygen for her. As she inhaled, it became smaller and smaller until it was gone. She seemed to be pulling the oxygen from the inactive body so she could gain its memories and know what happened to it. It felt illicit, like she knew she wasn't supposed to be doing this, but she needed to do it for some personal reason.

Segment 2

The dream skipped to a new scene. I was spectating a simple scene of Jake Sulley in his Avatar body, but he was not grown. Instead, he was only a couple months old. He was standing quietly and looking either at the "camera", or just past it. He was also very large compared to a normal Na'Vi baby, as if the camera had somehow zoomed in on him but not his surroundings. The scene itself was well-lit with daytime lighting. The ground was flat and consisted mainly of dirt and tan-coloured rock, with some low-resolution tufts of grass like from a video game, so he must have been in a forest of sorts.

Segment 3

In this final scene, I was in a small room. The lighting was similar to the scenes in Hell's Gate base from Avatar (2009), which had a misty blue/gray colouration and moody fluorescent lighting, so I imagine this is where we were. There were many unidentified objects cluttering the room, some of them large and providing shadow. The dream "camera" was focused on a nondescript countertop in the room, which had a large white plastic container of some kind on it. The container looked like it was big enough to hold a body, and because of how the lighting scattered within it, there was clearly something in it. Next to the countertop, I saw Colonel Quaritch standing there, leaning against the countertop with one elbow on it. There was someone else in the room talking to Quaritch, but I can't remember who it was, or if the "camera" even showed them. All I remember is that some point, Quaritch made a face and said, "sure, if you insist". There was a sense that it was connected to the first segment with Tsireya, but there was nothing to confirm if Quaritch was antagonistic versus supportive of what she did, or if he was even talking to her in this particular scene.

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:
This was another false awakening, and unlike the previous entry, this was an actual nightmare. It was pretty in-tune with how my nightmares usually go. I'm wondering if I had this nightmare because I fell asleep with a polyester blanket on top of my head and became too hot, as overheating has historically resulted in nightmares for me. I've remembered details from a few other dreams this week, but they're quite minimal so I won't even record them as fragments. Hopefully my recall improves some more.

I woke up in bed, and the room was dark. I sensed that it was the middle of the night. I was initially lying on my stomach, but I pulled myself upright into a sitting position, criss-crossing my legs in front of me on the bed. I generally don't hang my legs over the side of the bed in real life, and I didn't want to do it here, either. There wasn't much to see, but I could feel the bed underneath me, and I knew I was wearing a CPAP mask on my face. However, unlike in real life, I couldn't feel the mask on my face. I just "knew" it was there. This didn't strike me as odd.

As I breathed normally, I heard the quiet inhalation and exhalation noise from the CPAP hose. The noise itself seemed normal, but it seemed a bit out of sync with my breathing. The placement was also wrong. It was supposed to be coming from my nightstand area, next to my pillow, because that was where my CPAP machine was located in real life. But in the dream, the noise was coming from further down the the bed, near the foot of it, which implied the machine had somehow been moved onto the floor there. I vaguely wondered how the machine got there, but there was no accompanying fear or trepidation, or curiosity enough to find the source. I wasn't bothered about the reason. I just wanted to put it back where it was supposed to be.

I shimmied over until I was sitting closer to the foot of the bed. In the dream, I believed if I could simply find the hose and move it back, I could move the whole machine back to its proper place too without ever picking it up. I wasn't thinking logically either - I didn't realize that if I wanted to find the hose, which was connected to my mask, I could've just felt my mask on my face and gone from there. Oh well. It was still dark and I couldn't see, so I knew I had to feel around for the hose. I reached out into the darkness next to my bed. As soon as I touched what I "knew" was the hose, I felt something grab my hand tightly. I heard an inaudible yet somehow loud scream, and I knew I was about to die. There was a brief sensation of what I could only describe as the frightened, resigned knowledge that I would be pulled into an eternal purgatory of murky shapes and presences underneath my bed.

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

Notes:
This was a brief false awakening that resulted from a non-WBTB WILD.

I was lying on my side in bed, and the bedroom was very dark. I rolled onto my back with an uncannily small amount of effort that made me feel weightless, and then, I saw a shadowed figure sitting beside me, looking down at me. It was so cloaked in shadow that I couldn't see any details including its face; all I could see was a dark, person-shaped entity. It unsettled me and I didn't want the dream to go in a nightmare direction, so I reached out to put my hand on its shoulder and casually said, "hey, how's it going?". It smiled, revealing a mouth full of teeth that were very long and ratlike. Its teeth were the only thing I could see within the darkness of its face, and while the smile didn't seem malicious, the teeth made me even more unsettled than before. Despite my discomfort, the dream still felt like it couldn't decide whether it wanted to become a nightmare or stay neutral. The dream ended.

NOTICE: this is my first dream journal entry upon returning to Dreamviews after an 11-year hiatus. All the dream journal entries earlier than this were published in 2012 and earlier, and will have markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

NOTICE: this is the last dream journal entry I made before leaving Dreamviews for an 11-year hiatus. Newer dream journal entries will have a markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

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:
This semi-lucid bugged the hell out of me. I was in my room upstairs, lying in bed, and then I heard my dad screaming from downstairs in a terrifying manner. I became semi-lucid, so I just decided to jump out the window and fly away, but I got stuck mid-air. Then I was suddenly in my bed again, with my dad still screaming, but this time from down the hallway outside my room! I flipped out and took a running jump out the window, in an effort to get past my dad. Once again I tried to fly, once again I got stuck, and once again I ended up in my bed, and at that point, I could feel my dad's presence right there in the bedroom. I felt something, presumably my dad, move beside me as I jumped out the window a third and final time.

When I woke up in my bed after the third time, I was scared that I was experiencing another repeat.

This was a total of three false awakenings, which were probably all part of the same dream because of the similar contents.

It was early in the morning; my guess is that the time was around 7:00 AM. I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed; the unusually light and airy duvet cover was up to a little below my chin, and the bedroom was pitch-black. No light whatsoever was coming in from the single window on the wall, which was on the wall opposite of where I was facing: I was on my stomach, my head half-sunk into my pillow but turned towards the door of my room. The door was open, which led to a hallway adjacent to the entrance of my room; if you were to turn left, walk a few feet and turn right, the stairs were right there. They led downstairs to the main level of the house. There was a very, very faint yellow light coming from the hallway, most likely from downstairs, although there was no apparent light source - it was just a faded wash of a slight lighting over the entire room.

In bed I felt very tired, like a stone. I didn't want to get up but I knew that it was time for school, so I slowly pushed the covers back; they bunched up like an accordion - I usually fold them back, but I didn't catch onto the fact that I was dreaming quite yet. It was when I actually stood up that I suddenly became aware enough to question if I was in a dream. I didn't do an RC, but I simply knew that I was asleep at a fairly low level of awareness. I looked at my night table, which was right next to my bed (and therefore beside me once I got out of bed), and noticed I didn't have an alarm clock at all there, even though there should've been one.

I didn't say anything, though.

Moments later, once I was out of bed, I heard my dad in the lower level of the house shouting at me in a very stern, tense voice to "get downstairs!"

This terrified me, and I had this creeping feeling that the dream was going to become a nightmare if I just stood there. So I opened the door of my room a bit more to go through it, and I took a running leap into the hallway. The hallway was adjacent to my bedroom, with the wall opposite of the door only being a half-wall. Past that, if you were to look down, you'd be seeing the first floor. On the wall past this half-wall was a big window, and this is where I jumped into. I leaped onto the half-wall with a big jump and then glided right into the glass; however, I didn't smash it; I merely went through it like a ghost.

It was very dark outside so I couldn't see practically anything, but I was beginning to lose lucidity anyways. I flapped my arms and kicked my legs once I got three or four feet outside the window, which didn't do much - I didn't pick up speed or even move forward that much. I was just suspended.

I woke up in my bed.

Or, did I?

In actuality, I had just entered a false awakening, and it was the same scenario as before. This time, however, my dad's voice didn't come from downstairs, but in the hallway, quite a few feet away from the door of my room. I ran and jumped through the window again, still slightly conscious, but met the same predicament where I was floating, getting nowhere.

I woke up one more time into the dream but this time, my dad's voice was coming from inside my room, which was very dark like before. It was a whisper this time, situated behind me (I was lying on my side facing my room's door again) - I didn't waste any time bolting out of bed and making a total beeline for the window. The same thing happened and at this point, I had just enough awareness left to start freaking out, wondering this time if my dad would be able to reach through the window and grab my foot, pulling me back in...

Then I woke up for real.

I did many reality checks after that P.O.S. dream.