Linkzelda's Dream Journal

11.01.2016

I Live To Serve Her & Flirting With a Girl (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m on my way to open at work, and the parking lot, if it’s even considered one, is so grandiose that getting from point A to B would seem to take a long time, but it didn’t. I see a large gray stoned wall that looks like stone doors of some sort. I’m wearing some gray dress pants, and a gray shirt as well, though, before the encounter with a certain dream character, it felt as if I was wearing a green shirt instead.

I’m in a fairly active mood, and feel so energetic that it slowly bleeds into how I interact with people. The first entity within my peripheral vision was an Asian male that’s probably in his early 20s as me that looks like a parking lot attendant I know. I’m not fixated so much on him other than the fact that he’s wearing a bright, lime shirt, and black shorts.

He’s just strolling around, I guess, and as I’m moving forward, I encounter a blonde female with a heavy foreign accent. She’s wearing a white vest, and some black pants/shorts. She has her hair tied up in a ponytail, and as I get closer to her, she professes to me, in a manner of jest:

“You should live to serve me,” and smiles. As I’m trying to process the words, I was looking at her reaction to really see if she’s just joking around

But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something between the lines of said profession.

I basically shrug it off while retaining a transient smile, and go inside the doors that start to open up. It’s this spacious garage with all sorts of stuff that I didn’t bother paying attention to. The two main colors that came to mind were brown mixed with a bit of dark violet, and this light turquoise color that has this chalky overtone to it.

I see two girls that I’ll nickname Bail and ArtGirl10; the former of darker skin complexion, and the other that’s lighter. I fixate on the latter, and she says I look different physically. For some odd reason, I get a surge of motivation to start flirting with her physically. I go up to her, smile, and take my finger to rub her nose.

She giggles for a bit and asks where I got the shirt, because apparently, it costs like $70 bucks online. I have an “uhh” moment, and we part ways after that. Meanwhile, Bail says, “3 XXX,” and I feel I’m shifted into another dream.

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11.01.2016

Shaking Hands to Break Gregarious Tension (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a house that is dark brown mostly pertaining to the walls and ceiling, and golden for the flooring; a little nuances of brown blotched in as well. I can see that there’s this indirect gregarious tension with my presence in here, but the individuals remain quiet while trying to find something to distract themselves from making it explicitly awkward.

To dissipate the tension, I took the decency to start shaking hands with everyone, and they all naturally complied. I reached to the point where I interacted with an obese female that’s wearing this black dress with some dark pink flowers surrounding it along with a fancy black hat as if it was 1930s style, or something.

I started to hug her for a bit, and as I’m trying to release my grasp, I awkwardly touched the gap towards her armpit, and eventually to the muscles that would connect to the top left region of her breasts. I try to pretend that I didn’t notice this, and see seems fairly nonchalant in this being done. I turn around immediately, and proceeded to move forward, and then to the right to go into another room.

The entrance to the room that I have to turn to the right once more involves this dark red drapery that hangs to the sides like “Y Y.” I see there are some chairs that are dark red for the base and back rest, and bordered with golden colors. I go inside to immediately sit, and just reveled in being alone while feeling I’m waiting for someone, or some event to take place.

12.20.2012

Middle School Cafeteria (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I recall is that I'm sitting with familiar people in Middle school in the cafeteria, and they were talking about some random people and what they thought about them.

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12.20.2012

Need to Get to Airport (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID