Should've written this down sooner, but this is the gist of what I can recall at the moment. I'm plopped down into a city, random city haven't traveled here before. Things are okish until I find myself waiting to board a train or subway place. I encounter a man and he tells me we need to leave. Why do we need to leave? I haven't done anything wrong (for once). I don't recognize the man but he has a very familiar, trusting energy. I don't trust many people so judging by that feeling alone, I decided to assume he was right. He's decently persuasive about the urgency of the issue he thinks we have at hand. We're looking for a discreet method of leaving our immediate area but the subway, rail system is monitored by computers. We can't enter the transit pods by ourselves but we can as a group. I point out the large group of children who look to be on what I can only assume to be a field trip and slip inside with them. Please let us go undetected, please let us go undetected. Voila! We go undetected and arrive at yet another unknown location. I'm beginning to get annoyed with the fact that I have no idea where I am, where I'm going, why we're running, and who we're running from. The pair of us make our way to a house, it's not his house though and the woman occupant inside seems startled but after a brief exchange between her and the man I was with, she seemed to be 'with the cause'. Whatever that really meant. I wandered into a bedroom while he went and prepared the woman's motorcycle. I don't quite know what I'm doing in the room until I spot a pair of heels. Black wedges to be more precise. Well, that's a pointless sort of shoe. I look at my feet and I'm shoeless. Those heels aren't looking too bad now. The beginning stages of how odd this all is are setting in. No shoes, my feet don't hurt, strange new land with advanced transit systems... hmmmm. As I walk out of the house, I see the man on the sidewalk, shielded by a few parked cars trying to get the motorcycle running. Suddenly it dawns on me that the bike looks familiar. It's black and yellow... just like my motorcycle... that doesn't run at the moment but that's in waking life... hmmmmm. yellow-motorcycle-wallpaper-800x600.jpg I stare at the bike. We NEED it to run, we can't stay here long. For an unknown reason I feel we've been located. I see the man pull out a long and slender black hose and connect it to two places on the bike. No idea what he had going on there but I pretended like it would work and as he kick started the cycle, the engine purred. Stuttered, but purred. He takes off down the hill and then makes a U-turn, I move to jump on and we don't make it very far before our pursuers arrive. Staring at what I assume to be local law enforcement, I breathe a sigh of relief. Great! It's just the cops of this unknown, weird, strange land. Lovely! vpp-futuristic-police-motorcycle-papercraft-02.jpg Somehow I get dislodged from the back of the bike and it's a small group (maybe 5 people or so) and weapons are being used. As I look around and am being wonderfully useless, I try to get a look at what variety of weapon they're using. Instead of seeing anything, all I notice are people are doubling over in pain. I just can't understand why. As the group is divided, I was more surprised than I probably ought to have been as one of the officers approached me. He wheeled something in my direction, the size of a tennis ball. I stopped and caught it and examined it. It was something like, smaller than a tennis ball but it had numerous colored threads dangling out of its pores? The officer walks over to me with a confused look on his face and a second one does too. They explain how it works, each thread is meant to attack the person it's thrown at. I look between the pair of them and wonder why it didn't hurt me. Should I have been hurt? The entire ball was thrown. The two of them are no longer an issue when I pick out a third officer nearby and throw the ball-weapon at him. I miss. Haha. I don't understand how I missed him, he was maybe 15 feet away. Although granted, my thoughts were indecisive and as soon as I decided I wanted to land the hit, my thoughts wanted to miss him. Time even slowed down once the device left my hand and the back-and-forthness of it continued until it finally did miss. That was strange in itself. The man I had thrown the weapon at doesn't even notice and takes off after someone else. So finally I'm free of any pursuers but I've also lost the man on the motorcycle. I begin to wander up the hill. I don't even know where I'm going, what I'm doing, I have no objective besides 'don't get caught by law enforcement'. This seems like a weakly held together plan in itself. I just want to go home. Where is home? Out of the city, that's a good place to start. How do I leave the city? I decide to walk. In my black heels. Making it up to the top of the hill, I follow it downward. Eventually I wind up at a hotel and some passerby makes a small, almost undetectable motion to not use the main entrance, to instead use the Chinese restaurant entrance a little further down. The moment I asked why, it dawns on me that the restaurant connects to the hotel and it's much more discreet. Good idea! Whoever had that thought! Still confused, I head in. I wind up walking down an employee corridor. Annoyed with myself I decide to turn around. Twice. Something nudged me back down the corridor and before long an Asian woman was handing me my car key and ticket stub. Looking to the girl, I give her a really confused look. I know I didn't park my car here. I don't have a car in the city because I'm not from here, she's got the wrong person and I tell her so. She points to the name on the paper stub. It has my actual name on it, full name and all. Holy crap. She gives me this look like, "Someone has a vehicle waiting for you and all you need to do is go and get it." Fucking fabulous! Where's the garage? Oh, around the block? Ok. I wade through a theater audience to get outside the hotel once more. I go for a walk around the block, down the street, down another block, past a rundown warehouse and realize I've probably gone too far. After having a brief non-helpful conversation with someone inside the warehouse, I run into GypsyKiss and she swears the garage is a certain direction. We pass the house where the motorcycle was initially retrieved and I told her she was wrong. The parking garage for the hotel would not be this far out. I turned around and started heading back to the hotel, frustrated and tired of these silly games I couldn't seem to win. Passing a cousin on the road, he's with his wife and kids and discreetly informs me of my 'wanted' status with the law. I calmly explain that I didn't do whatever they're accusing me of. I'm trying to leave but need to get something first. He gives me his blessing and wishes me good luck. I appreciate his response and keep moving.
Updated 06-10-2013 at 04:02 AM by 37456
No weed on planes This dream was like watching a movie... There was a man who was supposed to be an undercover cop but every time he confiscated weed from someone he kept it and then tried to sneak it on a plane. The first time he used his cop excuse but the second time he went way over the top. He actually made it a part of his shirt and added real flowers. He looked really ridiculous. Then he got stoned not by smoking the weed but by eating it just before boarding a plane. There was some TSA woman who spotted him and opened a big book pointing to the word 'marijuana'. The next scene he was shirtless and handcuffed to a chair being interrogated. He never tried to use his undercover excuse and was going to go to jail for awhile due to the large amount of weed he was holding. I forget the conversation but he was more worried about what the woman thought of him than going to jail. She acted as if she was touched and began to conciser a relationship with him. I wake up. The Evil Box Another movie like dream but I was more there than just watching. There was some woman. We came back to her van and it had been stripped but they didn't find the large metal key. She seemed worried until she found it. She cared nothing for the van. I remember seeing that key from false memory from my childhood and I thought it must be fate. She open a locker with the key and there is some magical wooden box with black tendrils of smoke coming out. I got the impression that this thing was evil and must never be opened. I felt like the woman was the guardian of the box. There was an evil tribal practitioner of divination watching us in some gazing pool of stagnant murky green water with and evil demonic soul in it. He had to use a special sword to part the water and keep the demonic soul in the water and under control. But something goes wrong and the demon takes physical form and leaps out of the water. It eats the man and begins destroying the ancient stone city. Suddenly I am running for my life while this giant creature brings the world down around me. I am able to get some distance away when I come to a Best Buy store. I hear a deep loud bass beat and get curious. There are some rappers using drum beats to lure the demon in hoping to somehow contain it once again. I wake up.
Updated 05-13-2013 at 09:19 PM by 5967
I'm in an awesome nudist/naturist colony. I vaguely remember measuring tape coming from the ceiling (not for sexual purposes). There are elements of various TV commercials everywhere. A woman comes up and asks me and another guy our opinions; I basically talk over the other guy as if he doesn't exist. The other guy isn't all that happy.I am about to fall asleep, or I am aware that I am falling asleep, and I have this WHOOOOSH sound in my ears. Gosh, I was tired.
An "Alice in Wonderland" dream. (I don't know exactly what that means. I have no memory of it. That's all I have written in my dream journal.) alice-in-wonderland.jpgA man is sitting in the front of a flat, wooden boat with six oars on a river. The boat is rowing itself. The man is talking to someone else whom we do not see. Apparently the self-rowing boat works pretty well, but it is starting to list off to one side. The man in the boat tells the unmanned canoe to "list hard right", and the boat very obediently obeys by having 2 of the 6 oars on one side stop rowing and come out of the water. Wooden-Flat-Bottom-Boat-Plans.jpg
A curly haired man defiantly kills evil and gets imprisoned. His brother visits him, writes in chalk on the bars of the prison cell to free his brother. prison_bars.jpgI ask a man sitting at a table if he is a first or second generation immigrant. He says he is a first generation immigrant.I have a false awakening, I fall asleep on the floor in my living room (in my dream). living-room-modern.jpg
Last Nights Lucid Dream I am with my youngest and I instantly realise that I'm dreaming. I am on a broom stick and I am flying about in the sky and my daughter is sitting on the front of it. My daughter now leans to the right and nearly falls off so I grab her and hold her tightly. I now say to my daughter "J your dreaming, this is all a dream, your really lying in bed asleep!" I keep repeating this to her trying to make her understand. It's night time. I now fly into a cave because someone is chasing us. I fly to the top of the caves roof and see a hole going up further, so I fly into the hole, still on the broom stick but then I stop as I look into it further. I think "I need to get out of here because a dragon might be up there!" I had seen something up there and decide to make a quick get away! We get out and are now flying above the caves. I try to move my stick upwards to fly up but it doesn't work, I now think "doh!, I need to think it instead" I now think "up" and we fly upwards. I now see another building, a modern building which is situated on top of the caves. There is a party going on inside this 3 storey building. My daughter is no longer with me but I don't worry because I know it was just a stupid, dumb dream character! . I go inside and have a walk about, there are loads of people here, all drinking and enjoying themselves. A man now comes around me, he's not at all good looking but he begins touching me while I have my drink in my hand. I say to this man "do you mind if I just freshen up first!" Lmao, he looks at me and nods. I now walk through the crowd and into the toilets. Suddenly I realise I'm wearing a skimpy white shirt, which is tied just above my belly-button. I'm also wearing a short, tight black leather skirt and black high heels. I have a wet and notice that the toilets are nice and posh. Usually I have dirty toilets in my dreams with doors missing so this surprised me. I wash my hands and look in the mirror, I look really good lol. I decide to unbutton my shirt so I'm showing my breasts, I think to myself "its only a dream so its not going to hurt. I now walk sexily back into the party. A woman looks at me as if to say "why's she half naked!" Lmao. I pick up a drink and have a sip, it tastes fruity and bubbly. I put my drink down for a minute and when I go to pick it back up it has disappeared. I say "my drink..where's it gone?". I panic because I feel I need a drink to loosen myself up for this man . I now pick up a different one but then that's gone as well, I say "fuckin dreams...this is fuckin ridiculous!!" Lol. A young man hears me and gives me his drink, it's pink and even tastes pink lol. I now go back to the man who is waiting in his room for me. He starts touching me up again and kissing my neck really gently. He slips off my clothes, leaving me in just my bra and skimpy knickers. I'm thinking "this dream is quite nice actually, and it is only a dream after all", I grin to myself and just let him touch me and then I wake up.
933 PM - 312 AM: I hear "through thick and thin" and "wanna help a young guy?" while I see a young man sitting at a desk/table with a calculator. 312 AM - 424 AM: NDR
1030 PM - 546 AM: A man on a stage flips over headfirst into a crowd; awesome stagedive. Apparently I've got one chap in my dreams who has got a thing for long leaps and jumps. See 05 NOV 2012. I did listen to a song that I particularly liked a bit yesterday. Perhaps that made my mind process music at night.
126 PM - 508 PM (24 OCT): a mysterious faceless man / masked man dream. 25 OCT: NDR.
I am in a black suit and I am walking down a street. As I am walking four cars pass by, I recognize them. They turn a corner and go around the block then head back my way. The last car stops by me while the other three go on. We soon arrive in a neighborhood, it looks to be midday. I get out of the car and start heading towards the door. My partner gets my attention. "Make it quick," he says. I walk in front of the door. And knock on it a few times. After a bit of a wait noises of unlocking the door are heard from the other side. I grasp the cool steel of my silenced .45, my hand waiting on the trigger. " Hello" was all the man got out before I shot him dead. I run back to the car and we take off. The dream skips to later and school has just ended. Apparently I had detailed the killing in a notebook and now I was worried that I would get busted so I decided to sell it to a pawnshop. I enter the pawnshop and a woman greets me. I tell her that I need to sale my book and we begin negotiations. I then happen to look over to a wall and a sign was posted up and it said "Shhhhhh it will be our secret." or something to the similar effect. I then sell the book and leave the shop glad to know that I would be safe.
This is day 11 of LinkZelda's experiment. 10:00 PM - 4:27 AM 25 AUG 2012There is the sound and sight of broken tree branches; I hear the word "Fineland". Real life: it's not unusual this time of year to hear acorns and branches fall on the roof of my apartment -- I have a very old and weak roof. 4:27 AM - 5:49 AM I am trapped, emprisoned in North Carolina for what seems like days or weeks. I manage to break free and run for it -- it is nighttime. The fields are wet and I am disoriented, I am running for my life. I recognize the stars. I can feel the wet grass on my body. 5:49 AM - 6:10 AM Something about the game "Warcraft" and a man tells me "I love you".
Aug 20th 2012 This is a short dream about £200 in forged money, in the form of banknotes which are in denominations of £20’s. This black Jamaican guy in a Green t shirt, in his early 20’s gives me the money, in exchange I think? I look and check the notes where I realise that they are all fake, so I return them back and put the notes on the table (which has other items on it) in two piles. Something is said about the Indonesian use of (fake) money in the country itself, as I look at a (forged?) Indonesian banknote which has a picture of a brown building (or a scene?) on it. The people there (I’m told, or I get the impression) don’t look, or check their money.
Updated 08-20-2012 at 06:22 AM by 44820
I was playing a Zelda game (Twilight Princess) on the Wii. I was running around somewhere (some sort of farm or something) in wolf form. I went under a fence, where I was confronted with two shadow beasts on the other side. They were bigger and more formidable than in Twilight Princess, though. Fortunately, they paid no attention to me. I spotted the golden wolf and switched to Hylian form for the hidden skills training with the Hero's Shade. This drew the shadow beasts' attention to me. Luckily, they didn't have time to get to me. Now, this is where things get bizarre. The scene changed to the inside of a candy shop. The owner was a man with short, black hair and a suit. And everything was uber-kawaii chibified to the extreme, like something off the infant section of Yahoo Kids Korea. I think the kawaii desu fairy decided to pay a visit to a dream where she didn't belong. Seriously, the guy's head was bigger than the rest of his body! "I don't remember this from last time," I said, referring to my first (and only) playthrough of Ocarina of Time. Then, I realized I was holding a Wii remote and remembered that I was playing Twilight Princess. Being still on my first playthrough, I assumed that was just a normal part of the game.
Last Nights Dream I am at a mans house and I'm here to clean for him. He takes me into a room now and it's really weird in here. There are like swirly lights around and they are all different colours. The floor is made out of glass and there I water underneath it. The walls are also made of glass and they are also full of water. I feel like I can't really breathe in here so I open a door in the glass wall and walk through it. I now see a man and a woman in a tank but there's no water in it, the man is dead and the woman is lying on top of him half dead. I get some bread and shove it down her throat to kill her, it actually felt quite good when I done this! I now walk out into the garden, I see a bed and lie down on it. My stomache now feels really tight and painful, it feels like I have a belt pulled very tightly around it but there is no belt. I'm saying to people "I can't breathe, it's so tight, god what is it?" a man says "sit down there and see how that feels" so I sit down on the chair but get straight back up saying "ohh god it's soo painful, it's so tight, what's wrong with me!!" I'm holding my stomache and can't stand up straight.
I heard a noise that didn't exist while falling asleep, and practically jumped out of bed hearing another noise that didn't exist. 130 PM: A man is beating the smithereens out of teenage kid on the ground with his fists. I hear the words "run away".
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