Linkzelda's Dream Journal

Haven't posted in so long. A week or so ago, I almost panicked when I opened the program I use for my DJ, and it gave me an option to start a new dream journal, or open an existing one. Thank goodness that there was a back up, otherwise there would be over 1,000+ entries gone forever. I mean, there's this DJ, but I can't be bothered to store the content here into some other file format that won't have me pulling my hair.

06.09.2014

Pearl Necklace Placed In The Drawer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a kitchen that’s akin to the one in real life, and I noticed that a familiar face at work is there fiddling around with something. She’s the perfect replica of the lady with the old visage and slightly frail body composition. She’s wearing a shirt that has blue, white, and red bled into each other, most likely what she wore to show national spirit at times, I guess.

The kitchen in this dream was so real that it threw me off completely on whether or not I would be lucid at some point in the dream. Most of the area except the kitchen was fairly dark, or maybe my peripheral vision implied in the dream state was too blurry, thus enticing me to fixate my awareness to this specific location.

There’s a fairly large transparent bag made of hard plastic, but I can’t recall what’s actually in there. I figured that with the type of material the bag is composed of, there were some elements of ice; so maybe some kind of dessert or cold items were stored there to sustain their temperature. I had an urge to take out some of the material within the ice, and with how I felt somewhat hungry in the dream, I’d assume the material was edible.

She (let’s use “Nan” for distinction) proceeds to fiddle around some more with the bag, but not the content in it. I move the slightly huge bag around, and find felt something was odd about it. There was a slightly weird smell from the sink where the bag resides, and I immediately move the bag upwards to see what’s on the bottom.

The moment I move it up, there’s maybe 2-3 creatures that look like white versions of slugs, or some kind of parasitic creatures with weird antennae like ears going diagonally from the frontal region of their heads. My lack of appetite for whatever content was in the bag augmented tremendously, and I had some weird feeling in my stomach.

It was a sensation as if I was going to puke, or just cough in expression of disgust. I don’t know when the next experience occurs, but it had to be within this same experience I recalled just now.

Nan continues to exist in a way that looks as if she’s a living, breathing, and sentient dream character with her own capability of doing whatever is on her mind, or whatever unconscious predispositions and beliefs I may have about her in general. She barely utters a word, and mostly expresses herself through body language and hand motions.

I pay attention to her eyes, noticing that same look that feigns a sense of authority. She shifts her eyes downwards, and I proceed to do the same along with my face. She points to her wrist, and she finally makes a declaration that this is her pearl necklace that she’s about to give to me. I’m in slight shock as to why she would offer me something that looks so valuable, but she doesn’t communicate to me verbally after that.

She merely opens a drawer, and puts the pearl necklace, and closes it shut. Before she did this, I noticed the necklace had a few missing pieces, or maybe the string was too long to contain the few white pearls.

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06.09.2014

Shooting, But To No Avail (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m clearly in a warzone in an area that has a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reflex-esque feeling to it. The overall color scheme consists of bright muddy colors, and some bright colors such as yellow mixed in with that as well.

I’m not too sure of the weapon I’m carrying, but it seems to be one where I can fire hundreds of shots pretty quickly. I’m not really concerned on having to reload seeing how I’m going through an onslaught of soldiers that literally look like lo-polygon game entities. From their faceted look in general, and the blurry and blotchy textures applied to them, it all felt like I was just playing a run-down version of a game that probably would have better graphics with next-gen consoles.

I can’t really presume if I exist in a dream body that represents me, but I do feel sensations of walking, running, crouching, and things like that throughout the dream. I’m aimlessly going nowhere but forward, mowing down what appears to be enemies. Some of them just won’t die, no matter how much I aim at certain locations that would guarantee some kind of kill, or knockdown.

I seemed to be in a state of no emotions, and just shifting in and out of spectator mode, and a third person view angle where the camera would be behind the individual in focus. I get a little irritated every now and then, and whenever enemies shoot me, I get weird vibrations around my body, and if I seem to be taking too much “damage,” things get a little blurry, and some weird spatters of liquid come up; probably to signify the potential of blood loss, even though there wasn’t any red to begin with.

There was one soldier that seemed to give me a hard time even though he was only 3-4 feet away from me. I have my back braced against a wall to the right side of this region that seems to have a dark brown road with gray sidewalks in each side that’s gradually going uphill.

I take advantage of the fact that I can see their movements because I shift around spectator view, and a third person point of view, and I time my attacks the moment I see them having a delay in their shooting. I manage to pick off some soldiers, but while doing that, I tried putting in some bullets to the soldier in this very dark blue camo outfit. He has some kind of weird shaped helmet that would be shaped like a D-pad you’d find in a Wii Remote for example, except it’s much more extruded, and blockier, but there is some smoothing on the edges.

I can hear the loud and rapid gunshots, and I can gradually feel myself getting enraged at how this guy isn’t being taken down. And whenever he tries to shoot me, it seems as if I could be affected, but I’m really not.

I’m not sure if I took care of him at all, but I do know I took care of a lot of dream characters.

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06.09.2014

2D Side Scroller Fantasy Sword Slashing Game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m clearly playing a game, and I’m too lazy to go to great lengths in explaining the content, so I’ll be as concise as I can.


- I’m playing as a female; blonde, long hair, chibi-like with an apricot colored visage. She’s wearing some elongated white top that extends to the middle of her upper thighs with some black latex/bodysuit that covers her entire torso and legs


- She seems to be proficient with two golden swords, and a brown bow and arrow weapon set as well.



- The area seems to be somewhere that has large gray statues in ruins, and general buildings in ruins as well. There’s grass forming around these structures, and the character is running the other way instead of the typical left to right movement you’d find in a side scroller 2D game.


- She’s finishing enemies off with ease, and seems to have completely mastery of when to use the bow and arrow, and when to get close and personal with her two golden swords (or maybe it was one; she could’ve slashed so fast that I presumed she had two).


- No one is going to stop this female from wherever she’s fixated in arriving to. I’d even presume this is some kind of chibi version of Marta from Tales of Symphonia 2: Dawn of the New World

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Except it’s not really like her at all from head to toe, just the costume and accessories seem slightly similar.

18.07.2013

It's Just an Environmental Awareness Safety Course Right? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Seems this hypnosis script is working well for me, and the scary thing is, because of its universal use in being able to connect the dots better and recall things better, if I were to actually make a hypnosis script to have better recall, the dream content below would be greater, much greater.

I'm also beginning to notice how easy it to get the dream plot despite of my lack of knowing the content within it. Because I focus on the emotions and as much of the totality of the dream-scape itself, piece by piece, I can find bits of imagery coming in to make the dream a little bit more comprehensible. Of course, it's not perfect, especially since I'm only using a general hypnosis script, but I'm glad either way that I have this memory still ingrained in my unconscious. Since after all, the more the person finds themselves naturally wanting to remember these things and sustaining them even when they have to do something else, it becomes easier to recall.

Anyway,

So I'm inside a house that's almost the exact replica of the one I'm staying currently in waking life. Only that this house within the dream had this sense of a yellow-green atmosphere flowing around me and my perception of reality within the dream. Imagine for a moment of recalling any of your dreams where you found yourself mixing through sepia themed dreams or even yellow-green overlay dreams where it feels as if you're going into the past or even just in a rush because while you're moving quickly, everyone around you and the environment around you feels like it's going a bit slower than you.

But at the same time, you find yourself noticing that you tend to slow down a bit as well in order to be able to socialize with these dream characters, otherwise, things wouldn't make sense if you spoke fast while they couldn't right? Now, I'm going through that same motion, and everything is coming by naturally, and I haven't even gained sentience or the type of awareness to see that I'm dreaming, however, due to the circumstances within the dream, I probably did, but just wanted to see the plot unfold.

But now is not the time for me or you reading this to worry about that, and as I go through embracing the dreaming environment a bit more, I started to get myself solidified into the dreaming experience. I begin to notice there were a few dream characters already engaging themselves with each other. Eventually, I found myself slipping into the conversation somehow as I'm sitting next to a dark-skinned female that resembles someone in waking life.

It's as if she never knew what I was doing beforehand, standing around the environment feeling as if I was just lost in the moment of the dream, lost within the confines of my mind as I'm twisting and turning the dream time and dream setting without even realizing it. The more I engaged myself with these dream characters, the more the yellow-green atmosphere, or the overlay surrounding this dream setting disappears.

I noticed how I continued to blend in with the dream characters, mixing around in seeing things in third and first person. The female beside me is wearing a white blouse along with white short pants. The contrast between her dark skin and the white clothes, combined with the slightly saturated sepia tone within the dream makes it hard to see if this is some simulated dream with implications of a past moment or something, or even a glimpse into a probable event in the future.

Suddenly, my confusion for this dream being random or probable pre-cog, was eliminated the moment I heard this female asked me a question about what I'll be doing after summer is over. I knew her response related to some things I'm actually doing over the summer, and then she stops herself abruptly and remembers her logic doesn't make sense. And the experience was weird in itself, it felt as if I knew she would come to that realization, and all I needed to do was just wait and see her do it.

It's as if that despite of my uncertainty in this dream, it felt as if there were unconscious processes becoming apparent to me. Such as what people might say, how things will end up, how the dream will turn out, and such.

I wondered because of this awareness of the unconscious formulating the plot of this dream were my sparks of being lucid, but just going back with the dream since the lucidity didn't really matter. I'm not sure if because I was aware of these unconscious processes, that I naturally find myself not caring much about lucidity altogether, seeing how I would obviously do something completely different if that were the case.

The moments within this dream, the pacing, started having its ups and downs to the point where I couldn't follow what else these people were saying, and it feels as if there would be a dream shift because of it. Before the dream shifts, I recalled that the same female, this woman in her 50s most likely just like in waking life, told me about some type of Environmental Awareness Safety Course that I could take.

Find that pretty ironic as I spent most of this dreaming entry describing the dream environment.

The moment she stated this, her existence is hard to follow because I realized I shifted from being inside of a house to being outside with maybe 2 people with me. It felt as if this same lady was replaced with a younger dream character, and I began to notice how I was looking at a certain person within the dream while she's talking to me.

You know how you're discussing things with people, and you tend to avert your eyes a bit from time to time to look around in space and the environment? It was just like that, except that this dream character himself had something that was odd or familiar about him for me to make a longer gaze at him.

It wasn't anything concerning, I was probably just bored of the content the dream character female to the right of me was saying, and probably was just staring at space when a dream character just happened to be within that spectrum of vision. The man notices I'm looking at him as well, and this gives us an awkward moment where we go back to the people we're discussing things with and pretending nothing happened. I can't really recall the next conversation, so I'll talk about the dream shift to where things get even more random and a bit more hectic.

You may notice how the pacing of this dream, or at least these dreams that I felt connected with each other, really doesn't add up, but still somehow makes sense. It's as if that despite of being able to recall of this, we have a predisposition to connect the dots together, even if the endeavor itself would just be apophenia.

However, even with these patches of recall, I'm sure if I gave this recall more thought rather than putting it off, I may have found an underlying meaning behind this, just like finding a needle in a haystack of information that feels less significant.

You may also begin to notice how my dream self went from this passive and naive boy to some calculated and psychopath closet serial killer. It won't make sense initially, but there's no need to worry about that now until you begin to notice when I start to change completely within this dream.

Now, I find myself inside of a tunnel, a very spacious tunnel. The sounds bouncing from the walls with ease as I hear the vibrations and humming, I begin to notice that there may have been some vehicles around here if I looked beyond that's right to the curve blocking my view of what's ahead.

Suddenly, I find myself being cognizant of a dream character to my left, and she's another dark-skinned female, and I had a feeling she was this same female talking to me before the dream shift. Something felt so weird being around her, and I kept paying more attention to her to wonder why I would be in this tunnel with this female.

Because of my uncertainty, I had to just let things happen naturally and just become aware of the unconscious feelings and emotions so that I would be able to connect the dots and have better neurological changes to hopefully get the underlying meaning of this dream. This female, despite of her facade not having contrast to this dream, her vibe, her energy, the way she expressed herself even when she was dormant for a good bit before I got myself back into the pacing of the dream was comforting.

I felt safe around her, but also had these feelings that she has bigger plans ahead for us within this tunnel. She's wearing a swamp-green jacket with a few highlights that quickly made me assume it was probably raining when we were going into this road tunnel.

Her black hair has a small shine, but not enough to really provide contrast within this dream environment, which was saturated in a brown and nearly sepia tone overlay. While the overlay itself made the environment bland, insignificant, boring to gaze at, there was a sense of realism as I found the air around me literally going in and out through my eyes and body.

My breathing, the pacing was perfectly fine, I felt as if I had unlimited energy and would never be tired, and all that would make it seem any different from that would simply be psychosomatic occurrences (And by that, just like how initially when we first recall our lucid dreams, we may found ourselves getting excited mentally, and because of that, the body will generally follow, which would generally make us have a harder time staying in touch with the dream).

Because I began to notice myself being dissociated from the double-edge sword that psychosomatic reactions can give us in our dreams, I felt more at ease for whatever plot would come in this dream. I literally had this unconscious implication that it's simply a dream, a simulation, but knowing whether or or if I'm aware of the dream simply didn't matter. Because like before, you'll remember how that if I were lucid, things would end up differently (i.e. me changing the dream environment).

Finally, the pacing of the dream picks up a bit more, I started to feel the rush, the excitement, the slight thrill of wondering what will come next. And with this assurance of security I had with this female beside me, despite of her being this randomly generated thought-form/dream character, I'm finally getting into the groove of this dream.

I found myself realizing what I'm wearing, a black long jacket that stretches all the way down to my ankles along with a dark gray shirt and black dress pants. It felt weird that while this female had her jacket saturated with water, my outfit was completely dry and perfect. I guess having my jacket wet would feel uncomfortable seeing how I would begin to notice the weight of the soaked jacket.

Now, the female and I find ourselves encountering a police officer, and during this moment, there was this feeling of fear, the type of fear that foreshadowed there would be bad things to come. But because of how this female to the left of me sweet talks her way with this police office, I decided to mute the conversation altogether.

Now, you may begin to notice why I wanted to mute the conversation, because I knew that the more she would sweet-talk her way with the police officer, how she expresses herself wouldn't matter, because you'll find out quickly that the dream character's fate would be sealed either way. I merely avert my eyes to some other direction, while still keeping my peripheral vision in synch with the female's swamp-green jacket. Somehow, just somehow, she finds a way to kill him silently.

Instantly, I turn around a bit to have better inward focus on what she's holding, a silenced pistol. The moment I saw this pistol, and how my outfit and her outfit felt a bit peculiar, there was some kind of ambition that would involve some kind of retaliation. I started connecting the dots a lot better from that, and just let whatever happen, happen.

It as if I was shifting through being a spectator of the dream and shifting myself into the dream in third person or first person. My sense of identity was more expansive, and it felt like I was watching 1080p Blue-ray film or something while still shifting back and forth from spectator to a participant in the dream.

Because I have a better presumption of who this female is, a sweet talker that knows how to kill and fortunately doesn't seem she'll try and switch sides and do the same for me, I had a feeling of what she would do next, hide the body. She opens a door to the left of us, and I follow along with her, and I noticed I still have some fear for her.

But with the security she easily expressed to me that she wouldn't shift her positive views of me, it was more of me having conflicting moments of a sense of security with fear slipping in despite of knowing things would be perfectly fine with her. Because the sense of security beings to express itself more to me, the more I wondered the point of me being with her. That would find myself realizing I would be safe around her made me wonder if I'm just the same as her, except I'm just letting her do things her way.

Or maybe I was really commanding her to do something unconsciously while at the same time, I still thought I was just some guy who happened to have an expert killer that happens to be nice to me. So as she places the body in a decent position, I realized there's another door to me on my right. While she's busy standing around there, I take a small peek of what's beyond.

You know how when it's raining, and you see the lights' horizon on the vehicle front being more apparent, and how with the slight drizzling of water that goes all over the place distorts that light, but in subtle ways? It was just like that, and because of that, I started to question the situation we're in now, because those same lights were police officer lights.

Even though I only glanced quickly to see what's out there, I had a presumption there would be at least 10-20 cops, maybe more seeing how that was just looking at one part of the tunnel before the curve to the right blocked my vision of the rest of the path. I was surprised that despite of these cops aiming their automatic weapons at us, that they didn't even realize I closed the door. I looked at the female and gave her a gesture that we need to go now.

Like NOW.

She instantly gets the idea, and as I'm following her by going back out from the door we cam in, abstract dream logic starts kicking in again.

Immediately, I heard a click.

This is not a good click.

After this concerning click, I can hear the sound of the hands moving around the object slowly, and I quickly realized we're at gunpoint. All at once, everything felt like it was just going to end here, when everything felt so right and calculated, only to be contradicted with a dream character that just happened to show up so quickly.

It almost felt as if my female companion in this dream didn't take out all two individuals in this dream, and if I were to actually pay attention to who she was talking to rather than muting out the conversation and realizing someone was with her, we wouldn't be in this position at gunpoint.

However, my female companion seems to defy the contradicting logic of the dream character showing up by bravely moving away from him, despite of our backs facing him. I looked at her and wondered how she could risk her life like this, how could someone just go around throwing their lives away like that and keep moving?

But now wasn't the time for me to revel in that thought, I felt her character, her courageous demeanor, I wanted to follow along with that. I slowly walked and followed her side by side as well, while having 360 vision of seeing the guy still aiming the gun at us.

Why isn't he shooting us? Why, despite of what the female did to the other guy by killing him, he doesn't shoot us? It felt inconsistent, and I wondered if the female companion truly instilled fear into the police officer that he couldn't shoot, or maybe he was just afraid to pull the trigger altogether for other reasons.

While I'm sustaining 360 vision a bit longer, it feels the officer is putting his gun down, and me and the random female companion gracefully exit out of the tunnel. Now that we're outside, while still sustaining the 360 vision, I begin to notice the air is much different than inside the tunnel. Things aren't so concentrated as much with the sound waves, and everything feels spacious again. We're now in a section of a road, and we're near the side railing, just like what you would see if you were driving in high altitude.

While we're walking, I'm still trying to string together what in world just happened with this experience with the police officer. I immediately find myself being addicted to this female's presence, so I quickly ran up to her and quickly conformed to her pace of walking. She doesn't really look at me much, keeping her head in profile view to me, and she starts explaining what happened.

Apparently, she stated how she switched guns with the cop somehow, which means that if the cop is holding the gun without gloves, he would be caught in a situation where if the cops that we encountered before closing the door again finds out the bullet of the dead cop came from that same gun, the cop would be in a predicament of explaining what happened.

While she's telling me this, it's still hard to comprehend how she switched the gun somehow, and why the cop didn't want to shoot us. It felt as if while she was trying to make a cohesive statement, she ended up failing, or maybe I failed to acknowledge the other bits she was declaring to me. And even though I was confused, I still found myself somehow trying to connect the dots again by what she stated and actually congratulated her for pulling it off.

Okay, why am I congratulating her on killing someone? I know that she had to do it to avoid any kind of problems with them, but still, it felt almost disgusting for me to state that to her. My own mentioning of acknowledging her ability to get us out of the situation ruined the value of the plot of this dream. Just what in the world was going on and why am I suddenly finding solace in what she did just now?

Of course, this didn't really make itself apparent that much, seeing how I still had some fear with this woman. She was an enigma, while I was sure that I could basically do anything to her (sexual thoughts started coming in for some reason), I still wanted to do it in a subtle manner because I don't know what her breaking point is. This started to become sick, but before the dream ended, it was as if all the thrill and fear turned me on because of how she expressed herself.

So I guess after that, we had sex, I can't recall what happened after, just the two of us walking down the road.

But I'm sure with my attitude around her, we were bound to have sex.

Lol.

10.01.2013

Two Executioners After Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's a Resident Evil 4 and 5 themed dream, and I believe I'm walking along with someone who's my partner. I ask them to be cautious of the Las Plagas enemies and any other random enemies; I even tell them that killing one enemy a certain way would be easier in the long run.

I believe it was the Las Plagas enemy in the game that wears a red robe, and he wasn't wearing the mask in the pic below:

I realized I'm all alone now, and I'm walking inside of a dark hallway with white floors and gray walls. It seems there was something in this hallway I was going to get, but I don't have really good recall of it.

The dream shifts where I decide to turn around and get out, and there's two Executioners in front of me that have mid-ranged weapons connected by chains.

The environment outside looks like a derived section of the Village section in Resident Evil 4, and the skies are dark brown with thunder randomly appearing. There are dark brown trees with no leaves whatsoever, and the surface is mixed with autumn leaves and a dirt trail in the middle.

I try to see what they're going to do, and it seems they're going to take turns in trying to kill me, so it's basically a 1 vs 1 encounter.

I don't know why the other one in the left is here, but I focus my attention on the one to the right because he flings things large metal start spiked object at me, and I'm deflecting it with something I can't recall too well.

I hear the metal clanks, and I can feel the aggressive force this executioner is exerting when using the chained weapon at me. I bounce back, and I'm honestly having a hard time, and since he has two of these weapons, I have to keep myself aware even after I deflect one weapon.

It took him maybe 2-3 seconds to chain the attacks together before taking a 4 second break to prepare for another chain, and there were two moments where I almost got injured.

I keep deflecting the attacks, literally on my toes having to spatially expand my awareness. I don't know what I do next, but I get used to his attacks and I presume that I would make a final kill somehow before I have to deal with the one on the left.

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10.01.2013

Cowboy Bebop Final Episode Simulation (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember being at an elevator, pressing the up or down button on the glossed dark brown panel.

The elevator dings, and random men in black suits start aiming their guns at me from both elevator doors.

I duck for cover somehow and kill them off, and I can't really feel myself being injured or anything like that. I try to press the button several times after dealing with this onslaught, and it just keeps going and going maybe 2-3 times....I can't remember anything after that.