Linkzelda's Dream Journal

12.08.2012

Chicken Felattio Wake up Call (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out where I'm with a group of dream characters who have to fill in an empty case with a label on the side of it with the right CD.

To make this dream short, it was basically just putting things in the right slot. Then I'm getting felattio from a cartoon chicken female in a red female ceo suit and skirt.

The funny thing is, as soon as things were actually getting good, the alarm in waking life wakes me up.


Which means a chicken not only did a cock doodley doo on my penis, but the fact that I woke up and roosters being a wake up call (except it was a female though) just made me confused.

Note, I'm still not able to process whether or not who is giving me head is an animal or human at the time I was waking up. In fact, when I woke up, I wanted to perform a DEILD, but the alarm made my eyes open up.

I quickly turned that damn thing off and went back to imagining the dream scene of me getting sucked off by whoever (which in this case was the female chicken).

But I decided the wasting another hour of sleep just to attempt to get virtual blowjobs wasn't going to be worth it since I would have company over in 2 hours or so.

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12.08.2012

Happiness and Sadness in the Snow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking in the snow, and completely ignoring that it rarely snows where I live in waking life. I'm assuming I have my brown leather jacket on with regular dark blue jeans.

It feels so empty, until I see a girl to the left of me about 10 feet away. She's a redhead, and she's wearing a white sleeved shirt where the sleeves are pulled up near the intersection of her elbows. I believe she had a few freckles around her nose, but I wasn't paying too much on her visage.

I was just giving her a passive glance, and I saw there's a guy coming next to her, and it seems he's her boyfriend or just a really good friend. She talks with him for a while, and he mentions something on how she did on Algebra.

I couldn't hear her response, but I could tell she's excited and enthusiastic in her speech. She mentions that her final exams are done, and that she can finally let loose and have some fun.

The moment she said that, it made me reflect how I still have freaking 3 exams next week. And I went back to looking down on the ground, hugging myself because it's fairly cold. As I'm walking slowly in the snow, I passively accept the audio from the girl and the boy that I just eavesdropped for a while.

I hear the echoes and muffling sounds from them, feeling their positive energy over their exams being finished pisses me off more, and I just want to get to the gray door that's about 15 feet away from me already.

It seems I'm heading for a store, but the store itself seems to have no activity, at least from what I was seeing from afar. The windows are fairly realistic, having reflections here and there. The insides looked pitch black, but I can still make a decent visual on the contours of what's inside there.

It seems to be nothing but wooden chairs, tables, and all sorts of furniture inside. The boy and the girl who are now behind me, completely out of my scope of vision, I could sense that they're leaving to enjoy themselves.

I open the door, and I find myself being shifted into a completely different dreaming environment. The inside of the room is fairly compact and short, and the walls consists of a dark red intertwined with a maroon color.

It feels like I'm in a mini-factory, or the back of a store where you have all the boilers and steamer machines being exposed. This place feels so familiar, but I have not awareness as to why, and I believe I take my jacket off at this point since I'm not seeing myself wearing it at all.

I'm shifting through third person and first person view here and there, so it's a bit hard to collect when I'm a spectator or seeing myself 3rd or 1st person. I walk slowly into this mini hallway consisting of a gray and thin concrete linear path, and as I'm heading for the interseciton that makes the pathways into a cross, I encounter someone familiar.

This person to the left of me looked like a guy who was in my art class in High School. He had weight issues, and not to be cruel or anything, he was extremely obese. He puts on that facade of depression, or at least this passive state of interchanging the demeanor of being bored or just tired of life.

I looked at him, seeing if he's going to respond to me at all, but he doesn't really declare anything to me. I continue walking slower, focusing my sight on the door in front of me. It seems I had the keys for this door, so I take them out of my right pocket I believe.

The door knob is silver, and is suprisingly being a little brigther than the rest of this dull environment saturated with dark red and maroon colors. The big guy is still there, and by this time, I was this close from completely blocking him from my reality inside of this dream, he didn't really matter to me because I simply did not have an attachment or any kind of bonding with him in waking life.

But he says something, which quickly alerts me to acknowledge him, but here's how things work out. As he's talking to me, I'm in spectator mode, and I see myself wearing a gray shirt and jeans, and my view is focused near the stomach region of the shirt.

There's a gap on my left side (if you were to take on the role of me in 1st or 3rd person view), or to the right if you're looking at this screen where I could see the guy's face and body behind me. I noticed that while I'm in spectator view, I seem to be depressed about myself overall as well.

I can barely see my eyes because they're covered with a shadow of darkness, and my lips are neutral, barely dropping any kind of facial expression as I'm listening to this guy. Again, I can't really hear what he's saying, but I do stop in my tracks to at least show some respect and wait until he's done talking.

When he's finished, I go back to treating him like another human being that I'll just see and forget. I go inside the door, and I find myself in a store. It's a very short store, about 20 feet in width, and maybe 30-40 feet in length from the start of the door I came into all the way to the Indian man in front of me.

He seems like a peaceful man, and he's wearing a faded vanilla dress shirt, and I can't tell what he's wearing below because he's behind a counter. The store inside is the same as the mini hallway I was in a while ago. There's shelves to my left and right, though I wasn't interesting in materialism.

Something about this man made me go after him, I can't remember what happens next.