Linkzelda's Dream Journal

09.06.2012

Locker Combination (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside the locker room of the athletics room in Cy-Lakes, the flooring was light gray, most of the gates to enter the sections of the lockers were open, and there was enough light to see most of them. I go to the tennis locker section, go back to my old locker, but I can't remember exactly where, only knowing that it was on the top section of lockers. Oh, and they were all red, just like in waking life, and had the small holes on top outside, and on the sides in the inside as well.

Without even thinking too much, I twist and turned the the combo lock for 24-16-21, because it felt familiar to me that this was it. It opens with ease, and I take out all of the equipment from racquets to other small things with me. There's a guy on my left, fairly short, barely 5 feet tall, let's call him "Mo." Mo was wearing a light brown jacket, some kind of light dark colored shirt, and regular pants.

I believed he asked me if he could have the racquet that was in my locker room, and I quickly told him, "No."

I told him I can make more money trying to sell than to give it to him. As I'm closing the locker, he tells me he has a job. I ask him to be more specific, and he decalred that it was giving out hotdogs somewhere, and I think he said they were free (what???).

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09.06.2012

Alyzarin's Skirt (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember was walking with Alyssa, and she's wearing a white tank top and a dark blue skirt. The environment is sort of dull, gray skies, a slightly misty atmosphere. I think I was directing her to somewhere, but I don't know where exactly.

I just recall us walking down a black road near a bridge of dull colors probably ranging from gray to turquoise.

08.21.2012

WakingNomad Dun Took Mah Comb, Bus, Vortex (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

You'll see soon in this dream...*giggle* even if he may be a projection from my mind, still funny...I'm probably going to be laughing just by trying to imitate some hillbilly accent while saying the title.

There's a lot of dream shifts, but they are all so similar that it's best to just make it one dream, and maybe it was! I did sleep a little late last night. I'm at the pinnacle of my dream recall when it comes to purposely getting distracted with things and still remembering the details (most of them). Now I just need to elevate that peak more....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I'm running around somewhere similar to a track and field, and I feel this is just some final exercise we would do for a class. Things feel like their coming to an end, and then I remember running fast at an angular line. The grass was so blurry that it started to look like N64 graphics if that's a decent comparison to go by.

I didn't feel any pain from my legs at all running so fast, so I kept running and running until I reached a locker room where I assumed my stuff would be located at. I'm still running a little fast, making short turns and curves inside the locker room and finally found my locker.

There were a few guys around the area I was going too, and most of them only had their boxers or underwear on, and it felt kind of awkward too.

I decided to do a short jump over the small light apricot/vanilla colored wooden bench and take a seat. I'm still breathing a little fast from this (THE RUNNING mind you), but I didn't notice it too much unless there was complete silence in the locker room. Then a guy wearing a dark gray shirt and some dark blue denim-type of shorts randomly declared in the most annoying tone,

"That was only a side jump!" Let's nickname him "DeS" to help me remember the waking life counterpart the DC is the embodiment of. I turn my whole face to the left, look at DeS for a few seconds and literally said (not doing the act of it),

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNN" (yawn)

DeS looks at me weird, so I guess my job was done here. I managed to make a DC shut up for once and not make me feel bad about myself!

I thought DeS was going to react from something like that, like punching me on my left jaw kind of reaction....guess not. I open some random locker door and claimed it was mine, and some of the stuff felt like it really did belong to me. The locker doors were white, but had some fade and wear to them, but not by a lot.

There were those little holes as well for air to go in and out easily in the front of them as well. I start taking random clothing inside my locker room, and there wasn't a lot of stuff in it, just a few dangling pieces here and there, and the rest was just a dark gray shadowing most likely from how the lighting in the room was spread out.

I forget where I put my belongings into, but I guess it would be a bag or something. I take out a comb from the locker, and it is devoid of any teeth (those little spikes). I can't remember the exact color of the comb, my guess is between swamp green or the default orange you see with the skinny combs.

I also recall seeing a shape of a fist and all the fingers clenching together that you would see on an Afro pick.

I look at it for a while, and then lose all awareness of it being in my hand. It felt like someone took it and quickly dashed away. I remember seeing a silhouette of someone behind me on my left, and it wasn't DeS anymore.

With my peripheral vision alone (I love this vision of mine I've been using a lot lately in my dreams), I could sense that this person had very long hair, and was even smiling a little. I didn't need to see the person's face, their aura was so positive and full of jestful nature, and he quickly fades away.

Once I realize this, I quickly get out of the locker room, and the dream environment shifts into a fairly dark room with natural lighting from outside shining through some small windows near the sides of the roof.

And without even thinking about it, I presumed this person to be WakingNomad.

"Hey....hey....give me back my comb WakingNomad....." I could see that he's not really trying to go anywhere with my comb, he only took it away to get my attention.

Then I started to declare in jestful tone myself,

".....before I go into yo dreams....and....and..." (I can't remember what I said to him after that =P )

I think he gives me back my comb, not sure, but I do remember the creases on the silhouette's visage forming to where it looks like he's smiling. He leaves through a door, and I do the same.

The dream shifts where I'm inside of a yellow school bus. (Second time in a row so far that's happened).

I'm going to the back section and sit down at the right side of the bus. There's a few girls in front of me, and I barely noticed this. I see some heads moving around left and right, as if they're trying to build a conversation of something. And then I see the blonde Sarah that I used to know in waking life.

She was beautiful...just like the waking life counterpart.

Spoiler for Mini Life Story:

(Damn it, I remember her trying to have a conversation with me, but I didn't like her simply because being a Senior in High School, and her being a Freshmen at the time wouldn't go together at alllllllllllllllll. She was beautiful though....)

Anyway........I doubt she's going to find this, so I'm okay.

While I'm looking at her, her other friends are like blurs to me at this point. I pay attention to how the dream captured her hair realistically, and started to lower my vision to her visage. She had a fragile but soft and glowing facial structure, completely innocent and enthusiastic.

I think I get a Blackberry phone out of my pocket, which is probably a teal color instead of being "black" like the one I have in waking life, and pretended that I was going to text somebody.

[Sarcasm] Very smooth Link....very smooth...[/Sarcasm]

I realized I was wearing the varsity tennis outfit from the school me and the blonde girl Sarah wore. It was dark green, with some one white stripe along each side. Then I checked over on Sarah again, and she's wearing her's too. She's also wearing really short sports shorts as well. I think she and the other girls she's sitting between know I'm looking at them, but they just pretend they don't know I'm looking at them.

It was so obvious because Sarah tried to use her peripheral vision by turning her face to the side a little too much. After this "pretend to not see" contest, the perspective changes to where I see the back of the school bus, and I also see a separate small window somewhere around the corner that shows the bus driver.

It's a dark-skinned man, and he looks very young, and the fact that he's all jittery doesn't give me enough assurance that we're going to make it through whatever destination me, Sarah, and all the other random dream characters are going to. The driver was driving on top of a bridge road, and he literally has the bus near the edge of the bridge.

I don't know how he got the wheels to get on the edge, especially when there were side borders to prevent something like that from happening, but I start trying to tell the guy to be a bit careful....like seriously, this guy, I swear if someone scared him, we would be falling off from a very very very VERY high bridge.

I had moments where I thought I was going to freaking faint, I can't believe I go on a bus where I place my faith on a jittery and inexperienced driver. Just thinking about it makes me laugh and scared at the same time. The driver looks familiar, but I can't exactly who he looks like.

I basically go through this mental process of "WTF MAN, YOU TRYNA KILL US OR SOMETHING?" and "HOLY S*** WE'RE GOING TO DIE," and while I'm going through this traumatic state, the dream characters are just chilling, Sarah too.

Like what the hell, how are they this calm when the bus driver looks like he's high on sugar? After watching the outside rear of the bus again, and seeing the driver on a separate display at the corner still jittering and looking like he's fucking crazy with every shift to the edge of the high bridge, there's finally a dream shift......

on flat ground....thank goodness!!! (I hate how I'm still giggling at how scared I was with the bus driver's competence)

I'm not sure if I'm in the school bus anymore, maybe I am, but now we're inside some weird tunnel. I'm pretty sure I'm inside some moving vehicle, I don't see myself at all, just a first person perspective, but it still feels like I'm seeing this over the shoulder.

Think of third person shooter type of games like Resident Evil 4 and up( go on YouTube for game-play to get the gist of what I experienced....if you really care. =P)

The tunnel consists of darker shades of green, and with the alternating colors of it and other random colors, it feels like I'm going through a vortex tunnel that doesn't look like it's going to end. There's all the typical vortex sounds you'd hear, so much "Whooooshing" and "Swishhing" interchanging, playing at the same time, it was just a rush, rush, rush!

There's all sorts of things happening here, there's random creature that look like Deku Scrubs from the the Zelda series, and whenever they are destroyed, a feather that looks like the ones that are dropped when you kill monsters from "Tak and the Power of Juju" and the rest of the series shows up.

The surface inside this tunnel looks like very shallow water, there's all sorts of small ripples forming. ***********EDIT******** Oh, and there were skunks all over the place in small groups as well....o.O

So much flashing, so many things going on at once that the only thing I could do was just become passive and embrace everything. Then the dream starts getting even MORE random.

Now it feels that I'm watching a game, a game with so many things on it, too many enemies to avoid, and it had the game play of Super Paper Mario for the Wii (the dream had a side scroller type of perspective and 3D view).

I believe I'm watching Mario, and the entirety of what makes him, him....is saturated with different uses of gold, and a little bit of orange as well. It was like the classic NES or even arcade type of embodiment he was in. The walls in this new environment are full of bland colors, mostly various hues of gray. A bunch of block like structures, but no surprise there since the dream seems to be conforming to the classic 2D game style.

There was so many things that happened that I can only recall a few. One was me mentally controlling the Golden Mario, and making him avoid direct contact from enemies trying to come after him. Some of them look like variants of the default Goomba you see in Mario games.

I kept mentally controlling Mario to jump up constantly because the enemies confined in the area he was in were just all over him. I remember one scenario where Mario is on top of those brown blocks that you would normally make him butt his head on for coins or other random items, and I think there was a Shell going left and right, and it was hard timing everything right so that I can step on it to make it stop moving.

Then there's one more part I recall, like with the Super Mario game play, things went into 3D-mode, but still had a two dimensional feel to it. Then a random Thwomp block just strolls its way into me, or Mario, or whoever, all I know is that I'm seeing things in first person perspective now.

The Thwomp is actually trying to talk to me,

"Hey Bro....."

or something like that. I know he told me something else, but I can't remember because I distracted myself too much with watching YouTube videos early in the morning. =(

I think that's all I remember, I know I had more dreams, but you know what...WHATEVER....I can deal with forgetting a few dreams, there's always the next time I sleep for that.

08.12.2012

Yellow Paper Quiz, Lunch, Athletics (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being inside of a classroom, and it's way to small for it to be considered something related to university, and it had too much of a childish environment to it. The walls are light sky blue or maybe white, and it's mostly because this serves as the heavy coating to make the wise and long bricks feel smooth, VERY smooth.

I'm sitting in the left section of class, and 5-10 feet (give or take) away from me is the exit to the classroom. This room itself reminded me of a middle school I used go to (Thornton Middle School), but some of the people that I saw looked old enough to be in High School though.

The situation that I was in at the moment felt like we were going to be quizzed on something, because I heard some kind of authoritative voice somewhere in the background, and I didn't really pay attention to trying to find the source of that voice. The table that each student is sitting out consists of a glossy gray ceramic top, a very think top, with think metal rods (I'd assume it would be black) as the leg support for the top.

If you stretched your hand out all the way on the desk you're sitting on, you would be able to feel the slight dip near the edge (but not completely on) of the desk. It was thin. but long enough to spread horizontally on the desk. These yellow pieces of paper were handed out, and they looked like the type of paper that would be served as writing down a To-Do List.

The were thin black lines going across this paper, and it paper itself was maybe 2-4 wide and 5-6 inches long I guess. I remember seeing a few dream characters, but only through quickly glancing at them. One noticeable dream character that keeps popping in my head as I say this is a girl named Sarah. Sarah was just like the waking life counterpart that I remembered from High School as a Junior who was on the tennis team I was in as well (Note to self, it was the older Sarah).

In the dream, she was wearing a yellow top of some sort, maybe a sweater, or maybe a light and soft material (cotton, something like that) jacket over a simple shirt. She has her left hand over her mouth, and is using her left elbow to rest on the desk. Her hair is black, tied up from the back, and she looks at me quickly.

I could see her slightly bigger eye pupils form for a few seconds when looking at me. It's now time for the quiz, and there's two questions (it wasn't until later I realized it was 3).

They were simple questions, but the first one is something I can't remember unfortunately. The second question involved knowing an answer by paying attention to the words put on the paper. So in a way, the question wanted another way to say those words as an answer. I can't really recall how I felt during this quiz, but if it's done through a small slip of yellow paper, with no proper heading format or anything like that, I'd assume this was a quiz that wouldn't be graded.

After I answered both of the questions, and I can't remember what I put down exactly, but I had a hunch that I should check the back of the paper to make sure there wasn't a question of any kind. Turns out I was right, but I can't remember what the question was exactly. I do know that it had the fewest words compared to the other two questions in front.

I can't remember what happens next in the class, and something tells me that I did actually see who the teacher was in the classroom. This person looked a lot like the waking life counterpart who used to be a P.E. coach at Thornton middle school. He was a tall young male, had a facial stubble (5 o' clock shadow beard), and wore a simple blue polo shirt that had a slight glow to it, along with basic Khaki long dress pants.

Judging by the face that is stained in my mind while typing this, it looks like he's listening to a student's question, and seems to already know what to answer to them. He has his teeth showing a little bit as well.

Anyway, after the quiz was done, I have a dream shift where I feel it's lunch time. I had to get out of the school building I was at, and wanted to go somewhere else to get something to eat. While I'm walking, I believe I hear that song from Code Lyoko that would always start when there's something passive to watch, and this was most apparent when looking at scenes from the Kadic Academy the main characters would go to.

Anyway, I'm walking along a random path, and the atmosphere feels sort of misty, just a bit. It felt like it had rained previously, judging by how the the skies were slightly darker. The sky was still mostly blue, but a hint of gray was starting to come in. I believe I'm walking on a fairly new tarred layered ground, and I think I see a fancy black metal fence going quite a ways from where I was heading too, but didn't really pay much attention to see if it would change.

I felt hungry, and imagined how it would feel holding a Styrofoam lunch tray with food in it, and I as I'm walking, I mentally imagined myself eating whatever it is by popping it into my mouth as if I was eating a small bite-sized snack bag. I also was able to see myself in third person as well!

I had my hair cut, but not completely to where I was bald or anything. It was close to the amount of hair I have on me now, but not by a lot. I believe I'm wearing a gray shirt, a shirt that slightly conforms to my torso structure. I'm also wearing faded out black skinny jeans, and I looked really weird in them.

My thighs were a little fat, and the rest down was skinny, and my whole lower region wasn't completely disproportionate or anything like that, it just felt weird seeing myself wear tight pants. I think I'm wearing black sneakers, with a big white Nike check symbol showing up on the tongue of the shoe.

Not really the type of shoe I normally wear because I don't really care much on what I wear as long as I can wear it with almost anything.

It feels I'm skipping a little bit along the way as I'm looking at myself in third person view.

Dream shifts again, and now I'm in a locker room. It has lighting the emits a dark yellow color, but it doesn't stop the impression that the locker room looks very dark in a few parts. There was some kid that looked like the Freshmen who was on the tennis team I was part of as a Senior in High School.

I didn't pay much attention to him because I hated him.

Spoiler for Here's the reason why:

I didn't really mind this guy being on the tennis team at all, they were all freshmen, and I was a senior, and I didn't really have that temptation that most seniors would do by making fun of the freshmen.

There was one day where we were practicing after school. I was practicing some Kick serves, and this was probably weeks after I finally elevated how served completely (I was really really really good at serving because I finally had the complete kinetic chain to pull off the kick serves, and other serves down).

Anyway, I go to the other side of the court, and I believe the assistant coach asked me to tell one of the freshmen to move to the other courts on the right side, for the sake of priority for those on higher levels of junior varsity and varsity. I decided I should let Samuel move, because he wasn't really anyone I could play against, because he wouldn't be able to return the ball to me at all in rallies.

It wasn't being bias, I just didn't want to waste time with someone I'd constantly have to find a new ball to start a new rally. I was a VERY nice guy on this tennis team, VERY quiet, but still nice and respectful to ALL people. I asked him NICELY if he could move to the other court per assistant coach's request.

Then he decides to be a little cunt and says no. Okay, don't mind your resistance, so I asked nicely again in a soft tone if he could please move to the other court. He says No again, and even adds his own mini Gettysburg address to me too.

Sweating in the heat, repressed rage starts boiling up and I screamed at that little cunt to just "GO NOW!" while pointing my hand to the right. Everyone that was in range of me stopped and looked at me in shock.

But I didn't care, I looked at him in rage, and he tried to defend himself, but everyone is looking him, so he would only make himself look like a incompetent asshole. He ends up grumbling and complying to my loud but comprehensible scream at him.

Now that you know why I didn't give a damn about that demon spawn, let's move on.

I realize that I'm wearing a completely different outfit than what I wore while getting something to eat for lunch. It was a light blue jeans, the country-styled one that was a little bigger for me. I felt something wet underneath my crotch and rear regions.

I assumed it was sweat, since it was something I was conscious of a lot after a certain event where someone told me I was wet in a certain region (between the upper sections of my thighs and under the crotch region).

I also noticed I was wearing a black outfit, probably a sweater, that was also too big for me. I use this to my advantage, and quickly pull the bottom ends of the sweater to cover up that wet region on the pants. I look around to see if anyone was looking, but it seems the little cover up went through just fine.

I walk around a bit in the locker room, looking at the several white sinks spread out in a row for several sections, maybe 2-4 small rows with 3-4 sinks each. I turn a few on, and most of the switches looked weird.

I just let the water flow for a while before turning it off.

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08.12.2012

Flower for Me? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in a store, or maybe a school library, can't really tell. I opened a transparent door to get out, and saw that people were going to move stuff inside the area I'm trying to leave. For some odd reason, I turn around to look at the lady that I probably talked to before heading out, and she already knew what I wanted to saw, and nodded.

And the reason that wasn't verbally stated was to help these people move the objects in. They didn't feel heavy at all, and while I'm dropping one near the area, the same lady comes in to slide a flower on top of the side of my head. I didn't know why she gave me the flower, but I couldn't reject her small gift of appreciation for helping out.

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08.12.2012

Ada Wong: Assignment Ada Stage Replica (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see someone walking slowly on some flat rock surface. I could tell it's a female because of the dark gray/black boots they're wearing. I start to see more than just the legs, going up to the rear, and finally the back of the person, and then their head and torso regions.

I realized this is Ada Wong, and she's in her outfit from "Assignment Ada" in Resident Evil 4. She's still walking casually, and I also noticed that the dream environment she's in is almost exactly like the stage where you play in "Assignment Ada." I see her health bar, just like how it shows up in the video game, with the name "Ada" and everything like that.

Except, usually, there's a semi-circular bar that represents how much health you have, and when it's filled up with a green color, you're in full health. Problem is, there is no green bar filled up, and there isn't even any red color to show that she would be in danger of dying at all!

It's completely blank, and she's still walking for some reason. I also feel as if something is constantly draining her energy, and I see that she dies, or at least it seemed that way because she made that "Oooooooooh......." sound if she died in the actual game.

The dream resets where she's walking at the first area of the Island Military type stage again, still walking slowly, and this time, she starts making weird sounds, as if she's struggling.

Like "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oooooooooh" (Maybe I should show a Youtube Link because I'm horrible at making sounds here lol).

Spoiler for 18+ Blood:

(If you look at 1:09 at the video with the guy shooting her, that's the sound she made)

I felt as if I was telling her that each time in those few dream resets that there was something behind her. I'm still seeing things in spectator mode, and I find myself rotating the perspective angle to see what's behind Ada. There's nothing at all following her, no Plagas soldiers trying to shoot her with arrows, spiked clubs, electrical batons, nothing at all!

So what is it that's "killing" her?

It didn't take long for the dream to shift to where she's a little it ahead of where she died. After I watch her move for a while, I realized this is the very same part in Assignment Ada where she would have to fend off quite a few Plagas soldiers. I'm now seeing Ada completely in third person.

In fact, the angle I'm seeing her is a little bit more zoomed out than usual. I didn't notice it at first, but I'm mentally taking control of some of her actions. It wasn't much, just minor actions like coordinating her to the left or right. The environment itself is somewhat like the Island Stage.

There's the little cartel boxes that are next to the window that she could jump into the small fort/building with the ladder in it

Then the camera angle changes to where I see Ada's left side, just from the bottom of her torso region all the way up to her face. Then I felt something moving above her, so the camera angle pans over to the top, and there goes J.J with his Gatling Gun.

If you don't know who J.J is, that's the nickname of the Plagas victim who is a big and fat man. Imagine that, and him wearing a Red Beret, along with some orange-red glowing eyes, and a bunch of machine gun ammo formed as an X around his shoulders and chest.

J.J doesn't notice Ada there, because he himself is in progress of going down the path from all the way up. I take advantage of this and scrolled the camera angle so that Ada would take proper aim with the Sniper Rifle she's now holding in her hands. She quickly zooms in to where I see the interface to move around the aim sights, zoom in and out, etc.

J.J realizes he's going to be shot, so he tries to quickly lift up his Gatling Gun, but Ada already took a dead accurate head shot on him. I knew that J.J can take quite a few Sniper Bullets before he permanently stays on the floor dead, but when he already makes the dying sigh, I thought he was dead.

Maybe it could just be an auditory flaw with synching the enemy's dying voice or something like that, or maybe it could just be a trick he's playing with Ada. Usually, J.J shakes his head a bit to recover from the Sniper Bullet shot, which he does, and I wanted to get Ada to prepare to shoot his head again when he lifts his head up.

However, he quickly gets his gun up, and I quickly make Ada dash to the wall of the fort/building I mentioned above with the ladder inside. I see the machine gun bullet paths piercing the the top section of the mini-fort/building, all of the dust and residue coming up sporadically.

I think after J.J takes a break from shooting to see if she's still there, I quickly get Ada to shoot J.J in the head this time. I'm not sure if he's already dead at this point, but I assume he is since he's not shooting back at all. I'm not back to seeing Ada from a slightly zoomed out perspective again, and I watch her move forward on her own without trying to think anything.

Then I tried to mentally control her actions by thinking "Left" "Right" a few times, which didn't work, but when I start imagine how she would look like moving left and right, it starts working. She's now complying with most of my mental commands.

What's funny is that during this, I could swear I had my waking life eyes opened slightly to where I could see my right arm on top of something. I tried my best to not think about waking life, and went back to focusing on controlling Ada's movements mentally.

I do some weird commands for this woman. I told her that she would go under the Island that she's at, and she literally goes under and through it like it was invisible or something. Then the Island starts to disappear, and the environment starts manifesting generic objects until there's completely nothing but a slightly faded white void that Ada is running into.

I command her to do a roll on the floor where she would have to put her head on the ground first and then bring the rest of her body with it.

I make her continue to do this to where I want her constantly doing it without me telling her all the time. Then I say she will move into a different scene. The faded bright color void she's rolling quickly through starts to change gradually. However, as this is happening, I fee the dream is fading out a little bit, and I think I open my waking life eyes.

Almost close to 99 summoning on Runescape, just have to keep catching Implings for cash since it's the quickest method I can think of that isn't stationary and boring (at least until I start going crazy...)..

06.29.2012

Anger (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap that was intended to end at 6:30 PM starting from 5PM, but I wake up around 8:20PM.

I'm in middle school again, and I believe I was doing random things in the the gym, or just conforming to what the group of students were doing. When it was time to head to the lockers, I quickly head to the one that I remember using last time when I was in middle school.

It seemed I had set of gym shoes and a set of walking shoes, probably to make sure that the walking shoes didn't skid on the gym floor. I'm peacefully taking these gym shoes off and switching to the walking shoes, and I believe I already had my clothes on already.

There's another guy near me who looks like James in waking life that I knew in a High School. Let's call him James D.

James D informs me that some guy named Jon is in a bad mood, and he does look like the Jon that used to be on the tennis team in one High School I attended.

I wondered why James D would tell me that, because I never had any problems with the guy in this dreaming state or waking life state, because James D in waking life told me Jon was afraid of me when I hanged out with James D and a few others because......

Because I was black...LOL. He was afraid of me because he thought I would do something to him, but clearly, I wasn't the aggressive type in High School, because I hanged around all races, I didn't care who you were, how you looked like, I treated you with common respect.

Anyway....

I look at Jon, and it doesn't seem like he's in a pissed off mood, and he's talking with two guys about something, but all I hear is mumbling. James D continues professing how Jon's "bad" mood is still augmenting.

I still get confused because Jon looks perfectly normal to me, what is James D really trying to do? Instigate? Pretend? Lie? But why?

I done tying the shoes by now, and then Jon suddenly comes near us, making fun of James D by calling him "Snotty" and nicknaked some other guy around us with a random nickname that I can't remember.

Then he starts insulting me with something with the word "Black" in it. It must've been really offensive because I usually don't get angry like that in waking life....but dreaming life is a different story. =/


I tried holding in my rage, I get closer to him, and then told him in my trailer dude voice...(LOL I actually did it fluently in this dream for once)....the perfect voice to use in rage, and I basically gave Jon a piece of my mind. After I talked to him in a normal tone, I increased my alone and told him to not piss me off again.

To portray to him that I earnestly mean that, I grab him by his collar, turned him upside down, and slammed in onto the ground.

I didn't look back, I just walked away in a pissed off mood.

I wonder if James D was telling that I was going to be a bad mood, and not Jon, but used the wrong name?

Eh..

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06.29.2012

Scanning (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Apparently, I'm walking down the hallway of some kind of airport-esque environment. The flooring and walls were mostly light and medium shades of blue, and there was the section where they used those black metal scanners.

For some reason, I was worried that I would have something in me, since I clearly didn't know how I got here in the first place. I'm also walking with my mother....loooool, anyway, I finally pass through with ease, nothing in me.

My mother hugs me from behind and says,

"We did it!"

I tried to get her off me, and told her that this isn't really a big deal at all, and I felt embarrassed because there were a bunch of people in front of us that seemed to be going on some kind of tour. I quickly glance away from them and proceeded to the exit with my mother.

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06.29.2012

Horrible Cropping (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Apparently I'm trying to crop a decent image of Itsuki from Yu Yu Hakusho, and it seems I lightened the image too much.

Ugh.

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