Linkzelda's Dream Journal

27.07.2013

Oneironaut Zero Saves Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Listened to a self-hypnosis recording I did with my voice and decided to continue not using WBTB, managed to get a decent lucid. Without even trying, SWEET!!!

Recall is okay, just the normal if I were to actually do a WBTB and have a decent sleeping schedule. It will only get better when I get more into making more audio hypnosis scripts and/or saying them to myself before sleeping at night. I managed to get my tonality and emotion-pouring down with the scripts, which makes the imagination that much easier. Might even make a longer hypnosis script for myself where I'll make a recording and save it for some other purposes.

Imagine being in an underground base where the dominant colors are mostly shades of blue and turquoise. The dream itself repeated some aspects for some odd reason, and it was mostly me checking if the person Oneironaut Zero killed stayed dead. But let's not worry about that right now.

All I can remember as I'm shifting back and forth with third person, first person, and just spectating what's going on over what seemed like watching a movie, I started harboring extreme sensations with adrenaline and fear.

My recall for this has a lot of patches, seeing how there were so many areas I must've traveled in a short span of time. Most of the double doors were electronic and open, and it seems every time I enter some area, I would see to my right side a wired fence shaped into a cube protecting random electronic objects. Like bases or power generators of some sort, and with how things were going, it seemed the building we're in has some kind of invasion of weird creatures, machines, and such occurring.

It seemed I was pretty lucky, not having to deal with all of that, yet. Throughout the dream, I felt sensations occurring within my head, neck, and back region. It was a sort of fuzzing and vibrating feeling, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't something I would want to tolerate for too long. It almost as if my senses were just elevated because of the rush and adrenaline surging through my dream body, that it was a matter of life and death, and all that mattered was getting out before I end up dead.

And as I'm running and dodging without looking back, as if all that was needed was for me to sustain the narrow tunnel vision I had in this dream, Krauser shows up yet again, and his countenance is completely different from the other dreams where he seemed to only show up to scare me, but never had any ambition to kill me.

He extends his left arm, and seems to be ready to facepalm my face straight into the wall behind me, and luckily, there just happened to be someone right behind me that he ends up hitting instead of me. Either he was still trying to scare me, or he just had crappy aim. I waste no time and immediately dashed to the open double doors to the left about 10 feet away from me.

Suddenly, I find myself accidentally tripping, and it's really, really hard to get up.

Great.

JUST GREAT!

While Krauser is trying to get his hand out from the person's head he slammed against the wall, I'm still struggling to get up. I felt like this dream was going to end up being miserable until someone in a blue-black jacket comes in rapidly, and the dream character looks a lot like Oneironaut Zero who's just waiting for a good fight with Krauser.

He indirectly signals me to leave, but I'm still trying to process how he came about. Eventually, I managed to finally get up from the floor, still looking at what Oneironaut has up his sleeve to deal with the Krauser dream character coming after me. And before I managed to get past the same left door that's now to the right of me (since I braced against the wall), Oneironaut Zero goes through some mutation while Krauser does the same.

There seems to be tentacles gradually coming out of the left side of O's face, then some grows behind his back, and after that, I was too afraid to really see the full transformation from both dream characters. I wanted to help, but it seemed O can hold his own, especially since I have no chance against a fully mutated Krauser that probably would end up twice the height of the original.

Now things shift back to me watching the events as if I'm looking at a movie or something. I noticed I started to pick up the pace with running away, but not only that, feeling more agile, flexible, and even ready to do super-human jumping as well. The scene that was previously saturated with a turquoise and blue atmosphere now changes into a mustard-yellow atmosphere.

And things are getting even more hectic as I'm trying to avoid the random machines and other-worldly creatures that are just too hard for me to process their visage and composition because of how I only cared about getting out of this place alive. I still worried about whether or not O would be fine dealing with the Krauser dream character, but I guess some kind of instinct kicked it telling me he'll be just fine.

There's a long metal chain that happens to be one of the few ways to get out of this place, and I immediately jump up to grab onto it. And as I'm slowly taking my time climbing up the metal chain, there seems to be random fighting below me. I noticed Wonder Woman (the Justice League version) seems to be taking pretty hard hits from whatever entities she's fighting. She's being thrown left and right and still while recovering each time to go back fighting full force.

All of this is still occurring while I'm looking at myself and the background scene in spectator mode. It seemed the dream character of me was so fixated on climbing upwards without looking down, and the more I focused wanting to get out, the more intense the fighting is below. I can hear the slashing, clashing, and all the punching sounds along with the grunts, moans, and screaming as well.

I wondered how the hell I got myself into this dream environment, and I'm presuming I finally made it to the top and I'm hopefully free and safe from all the chaos beneath me. My train of thought, or at least me being able to visualize myself starts getting patchy again.

I start seeing a few glimpses of areas I've been before, and I take advantage of this ability to check to see if O was okay. All I saw was Krauser's dead mutated body, so I'm presuming O managed to seal the deal and get out perfectly fine. But I didn't have time to speculate and try to again some assurance that he's alright, seeing how the monsters and machines most likely are tailing me by climbing the long metal chain as well.

From this point, I don't know where in the world I'm headed, all I remember was just jumping off somewhere very high. The dream environment and setting shifts completely now, and that's probably because I forgot what happened in the middle.

That's what I get for not doing a proper WBTB.

Anyway, I'm in a different scene, and my feelings are less anxious and intense, so I'm assuming things are safe now. Imagine me now being within a large and spacious area that resembles a base for small planes and helicopters to traverse. Surrounding me about 400 feet to 2 miles are large garage type buildings, as if I'm near some miltary base.

But it doesn't feel like that, it feels more like some type of training ground for people who want to pilot flying vehicles. And I find myself noticing that I'm waiting in a short line, and I quickly shift my head to the left to see who I'm waiting in line to meet.

I noticed there's a lady that looks like she's in he 30s, she has bowl cut hairstyle that's orange-red with a slight shade of black near the front regions before stopping to the side of her face. She's wearing a classic secretary black dress shirt and skirt that's a about knee-level.

She's filling in applications and signing forms I'm presuming, and while I'm waiting for my turn, I take the time to just look around and stare into random space. I noticed how it's early morning within this dream, and I can see the sun rise up slowly to my left side. And as I turn to my right, you know how you can see the heat waves or whatever from a distances where the light gives the illusion that the objects are bending?

It was like that for a a minute, and as I'm turning left and right occasionally, I turn to my left again to find an elderly man sitting about 5-10 feet away from the same female that's busy with the people in line. He has his back faced to her on her right side (my left side), and is sitting perpendicular from her.

It seems he's waiting for something, and I begin to notice how he's holding some kind of certificate in his left hand. I didn't want to pry into the information within this certificate, but because he's holding it in a way that makes it look like eye-candy, I can't help but zoom from far away to see that he's most likely trying to get his driver's permit or something.

The man is wearing thin-framed glasses, a few jagged features sustained in his visage, and is a bit obese, maybe 250-400lbs. He's wearing a green cap with a small streak of orange, if I remember correctly, and he's just casually reading this certificate to himself, probably to kill some time.

Then he finally gets his turn, and quickly gets up to meet the secretary like female I'm waiting for as well. She declares to him the type of license this man will be getting, and she stated some things that are hard to process, jargon most likely. I believe he had to have a restriction on his license or whatever it is he's trying to get because the female stated how he had some kind of disability.

She states this a bit loud, not too loud, but just enough to make the man feel ashamed for his disability. He quickly tries to cover the topic by questioning her randomly, but it's not really working out for him. I don't really pay too much attention to is situation with her, and I'm sure the dream characters I'm behind in line didn't really care, or at least pretended they didn't hear the conversation.

You know how you wait in line for something, and there's someone somewhere at the far corner of the area you're in that shows off or does something loud that makes every avert their eyes towards them? And then when things settle down, they quickly turn back so the person doesn't feel like people are staring at them like hawks? It was kind of like that, and as the man eventually has his situation covered, it's finally my turn to speak to the lady.

I honestly don't know why I'm standing here, but it seems the lady knows I'm here for something fortunately. She tells me that O gave me a letter, and I was puzzled for a bit. She tends down while still sitting on her black rolling chair to open a drawer and hands me a letter. I quickly tear the seal and read the glanced at the content for ab it.

Then I tried to re-read it to absorb whatever content the O dream character that saved me tried to give me in this letter. The letter is folded into thirds, hot-dog position, and as I'm trying to sustain my vision and make things a bit clearer, I find it difficult to read the content.

It starts getting blurry, and no matter how hard I tried to calm down, relax, and let the word trailing shift back to their original position, I can't really string together a cohesive train of thought from this letter. I believe I decided to put this letter in my pocket by folding it the opposite way after folding it back hotdog style and gave my thanks to the secretary like dream character female.

All I can remember from the letter was that O stated he was alright and didn't really have much injury from before, but he was more concerned that I hopefully got out alive without any injuries myself.

I can't recall what happened from this point, and I guess I tried to leave because I didn't want to stall the people waiting in line behind me.

Sucks I don't know what the O dream character was trying to tell me. It seems whenever there's a message being given to me, especially letters, I always end up having to save them for later only to forget them and never really getting the chance to see them before I try to have a dream where I can find the letter again without worrying if it was going to be a false copy.

If only I recalled this dream earlier, I'd probably be able to get out a few chunks within the letter, but that's my fault.

I felt even more guilty that despite of this O counterpart being a dream character, that this entity still cared enough to risk his own life to make sure I got out safely. It's happened before with a female that takes a laser cannon shot to her chest and stomach region, and a few others I can't recall off the top of my head. I'm personally glad O was just fine and things didn't end up where someone's life is taken away, compared to the dream I had months ago where the lady that pushes me off before possibly dying from the laser shot.

Those types of dreams where someone has to take their life are always hard for me to process honestly, even if it's all just a dream.

I wanted to do much more in this lucid dream, but I guess all I really cared about was seeing how the dream plot would unfold instead of sitting around doing nothing but wondering what to do.

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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[INDENT]

12.20.2012

Need to Get to Airport (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I decided to set an alarm that would make a LOUD 10 second beep EVERY hour ON the hour until 6:22 AM or so. Seems it probably augmented my recall a bit, or maybe this is just the natural collection.

I did sleep fairly late, like 1:01 AM late, and I usually get shit recall, but not this time. It was okay. I could've extended on some environmental stuff, but I have to go to Organic Chemistry Lecture Before 9:35 PM, even though there's no Tardy system implemented in the first place. But still, I want to see my grade for the second exam!!! OOOH I'm so scared!!! I know I did well, but still, I don't know!!!

EDIT: I did horrible

Anyway, have fun reading some dreams. Some actually make sense for once for me. I'm going to do the Alarm ringing every hour on the hour thing daily now to see if I can get conscious at some period, and BAM, DEILD or a WILD that was initiated through a one-second WBTB with my eyes opened.

10.18.2012

Tezuka's Moral System and Picture Taking (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Kunimitsu Tezuka from Prince of Tennis is wearing the sports jacket and jogging pants he wore from the series when he had to take rehab for healing his injured arm in Germany. Except this time, the sleeves are light violet, and the base of the jacket is black, along with this long black pants.

I'm walking with Tezuka, I believe, and it seems me and probably just him are waiting for something. This area seems to be like the section in the airport where they would have a few fast food areas, along with the waiting area in between. I can tell that by this environment, it was night time. Pitch black, it's nearly impossible to see what's going on outside in this dream.

All I could gaze at really is the reflections on the glass walls inside. The flooring consists of vanilla-brown tiles, and the walls are also of the same or similar color. It could be that the usual orange-yellow lighting saturating the atmosphere in my previous dreams is making it seem that it's vanilla-brown. Everything feels calm, I feel calm, I'm very observant in this dream.

It's difficult to presume if I'm in first person mode, or just in spectator mode watching as many things possible. Tezuka also is carrying One-strapped Black Sports Backpack of some sort. It looked like his Tennis Racquet Bag in a way, since it was fairly longer than your usual backpack. It seems someone queries Tezuka,

(Paraphrasing) "What do you believe is good or evil in a moral system?" Something like that.

Tezuka pauses for a moment, and proceeds to state that (more paraphrasing, though I'm almost exact here),

"In a moral system, the good tends to go in, and the bad is dragged out."

Pretty laconic way of thinking Tezuka.

I can't recall if the person asking the question said "Thank you" in response, but they leave, and I also can't recall how that random person looked like. Then a dark-skinned female, about 5 to 5'5'' tall queries Tezuka the same question.

Before Tezuka has the time to respond, I get this surge of emotions to just state the answer myself by repeating what Tezuka said before.

I declared,

"In a moral system---------" and I decided to stop right there, since it felt rude answering someone's question that wasn't directed at me. I let Tezuka state it once more. The same lady that was asking the question was wearing a Bandana, a pure dark red or close to maroon colored one. She also had a wide dark gray hoodie jacket along with basic blue or dark blue velour pants.

She leaves, and again, I can't recall if she said "Thank you" in response to Tezuka.

I felt that his answer was directed towards me, even though he was directing it to this random dream character.

What amazes me, is that he gave her the same level of respect as the other person. He was extremely stoic in his facial expressions, but he was very respectful and calm. Because of his stoic expression, it was hard to know what's going on in his mind. It was an annoying, but an enticing thing to observe from Tezuka, since that's how he usually is in the "Prince of Tennis" Series.

I'm stating that observation because if I were to become lucid and met a DC that was unattractive, or just not appealing sexually, etc., I would just treat them like shit, and do the whole "It doesn't matter if I talk to you because you won't be real the moment I wake up." attitude.

The dream shifts where Tezuka is now getting his pictures taken. One involved focusing on the darkness of his Black Pants, and how the camera of the person taking the shot would do something fancy that I have trouble recalling.

After idolizing an fictional character from an anime for a while, the dream shifts to the reason why Tezuka may have been at this area with me that looks like it's an airport building. It seems he would be tested to see if he can catch up with Ryoma Echizen and the former Captain of the Seigaku Middle School team when Tezuka was a first year.

This dream shift had a major contrast than before, it's suddenly a huge rush for me. It's like I'm traveling within a snowy vortex accelerating and rotating at very high speeds. It felt like I'm skiing fairly quickly, trying to catch up with Tezuka, who is trying to catch up with Ryoma Echizen and Yūdai Yamato (former captain at Tezuka's first year) I believe?

I didn't realize this in the dream until later on but, I noticed that I was following Tezuka in this path for some reason. I know that in the series, Tezuka had to overcome many trials, especially before his fully healed arm. Ryoma Echizen was someone who beat him, and it seems this dream is his path to beating the former captain when he was a first year, and even Ryoma sometime in the future.

And I'm following right behind him, as if he is someone I need to overcome, or take the personality off before I reach true divinity I guess. It's confusing, but I guess the next dream I'm going to state will add on to this.

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10.18.2012

Final Star in Mario 64-esque Game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm obviously controlling Mario in this Nintendo 64-esque game. The graphics are way better than the N64 version, and it seems I'm at a very confined floating area in the sky. I move Mario around a bit, and it seems this place is just going around in a long circular path.

The bottom of the floating land is brown dirt, and the top is green grass, and it's designed to be simple like that, just like in the N64 counterpart. After a few seconds of running around, trying to see something new from this circular path around this floating land, I finally see different things now.

I also noticed a small dog, and it looks like a Chihuahua. It has a mix of white, gold-ish brown base for its face and some spots on its fur, along with black and white areas as well. It's coming after Mario, and it's making barking sounds. It's not coming in too fast, but I don't want that little fucker anywhere near Mario.

So I try to out-maneuver it, and when I saw a two row stack of Transparent and Crystal Blocks floating above, I immediately directed Mario to jump on top of them. I continued running, even though the dog most likely would have never reached that height.

As I'm controlling Mario the jump occasionally on the series of transparent crystal like blocks, I believe there were some words forming on them, but I went by them too quickly to recall anything from it. I finally get to the other side of this circular path in this floating land. Then everything becomes quiet from this point.

I see a mushroom on the green grass next to some Black Walls. The mushroom has its Cap exhibiting a pulsating rainbow accelerating pretty quickly inside of it. It was going in one direction upwards, but not coming out of the Cap at all.

Then I remembered having to figure out some small puzzle that was a bit random and confusing at first. I had to hit a block, which would then make some kind of bumper or floater appear. I would then direct Mario to go on it, and he would soar all the way up to where I can see the whole floating land's structure, and then come down.

I wondered what the heck is going on, and what I have to do here from this point on. I take another shot at going up into a higher level, looked down on the floating land again, and saw there's an open gap on this fairly tall dark brown brick chimney with not house around it. It was just supported by the black walls.

I decided to shift Mario in the air into that whole. I finally go all the way down, and the bottom was curved slope, so I presumed Mario was able to slide for the rest of the short trip down the tunnel like slope.

He reaches an empty base, and it's darker than outside, but light Pastel Green light is emitting from the Black rock walls, kind of like glowing crystals if you will. I then get an awkward view of Mario, and can only see the back of his head, and then his red cap as well.

I heard a distinct sound, the same distinct sound in "Super Mario Sunshine" that verified a Shine Sprite was very close. I turned the camera around, and noticed the Shine Sprite is right there. Out of reflex, and it's probably anyone's reflex to do if they played a Mario game, I grabbed the Shine Sprite.


Mario does the usual dramatic build-up for twisting and turning around and then floating and exposing his right white glove palm.

Then the classic Mario font style shows up stating,

"YOU GOT THE FINAL STAR!!!!"

After that, the camera slowly zooms out, and the whole dream fades away.

Okay, I looked at the general meaning of stars in a few dream dictionary and interpretation sites, and for this situation, it seems that it portrays I'm at some path towards excellence, etc.

And since I apparently found the "Final Star," what does that mean? Does it mean I'm finished with the path of finding divinity, and I'm now walking and learning into the true path of enlightenment?

Too vague of a dream to say, especially since it's contained in a video game type of dream.

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10.18.2012

Running Really Fast (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm running with some people on a wide field of grass of what seems to be related to a section of my University that's close to bus section where you can get a ride to the Biochemistry Department and other sections, with a few off-campus routes.

The grass is faded, it has a yellow-green color to it, with the yellow part showing up just a tad more than the green. I see all sorts of people, a man wearing maroon jacket with a light brown cowboy hat and Khaki long pants.....all sorts of things.

After a while, it feels like I'm at my final lap, and I decided to give it my all, and started to really go fast but gathering all my energy toward my stomach, and then releasing it to zip through everyone else.

I remember finally finishing the lap in a few seconds, and the dream ends.

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10.18.2012

Resting at Sbisa Hall and Nvidia Graphics Cards (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting outside near the Sbisa Hall at my University, and I'm resting on that seems to be fake green grass. I'm with a group of people, though I can't remember them too well. Based on my emotions at the time, despite them mostly consisting of complacent and passive demeanor, these seemed to be familiar people.

I think I'm resting my head on a backpack, and I slowly close my eyes. After a while, I wake up and see another set of random people. The fountain at the Sbisa Hall is most likely there, but I don't pay attention to it.

The picture below is a pretty good example of where I was at. If you look beyond the fountain in front, that's the Sbisa Hall. Look to the left side of the photo near the Sbisa Hall. See the grass there? That's where I was resting and sleeping on.

I don't know why I'm doing so, but I guess it doesn't matter how I spend my dream time non-lucidly I guess. Then the dream shifts where I'm inside the house of a girl that I know in waking life.

Let's call her "A. Lee"

A. Lee's house, with her parents and her twin brothers, are all there with her. It seems my father and her father are actually getting along and having a good time. I don't look at them for too long, and by the sounds of their voices, it looks like they're having a good time watching some kind of sport on television.

Dream shifts to me being inside some random bedroom. A. Lee's mother is inside, and she's wearing a black female corporate suit. The fancy black dress tuxedo style jacket with a light gray dress shirt underneath buttoned up, along with the Black skirt that goes all the way a few inches above her knees.

She's wearing fairly thick framed Black glasses, has really curly hair to the point where I think it looks like she's wearing a wig or something. I'm sitting on the floor, looking up at her. She's helping her child sort through some stuff, and it turns out, the child actually broke the laptop he had in half. He starts getting scared and crying out of confusion on why this had to happen to him.

The mother doesn't seem like she's going to punish him for damaging expensive equipment, which is probably a characteristic the waking life mother has of being non-violent and tolerant compared to the father who does the opposite.

The mother takes out a graphics card from the laptop, and it turns out it's an Nvidia Graphics card. I assume it is, since I'm mostly seeing Green and Black mixed in, and it probably had "Nvidia" on it, but it's hard to tell, probably because the font changes occasionally if I look back to it.

The mother asks me a question, and them gently throws the Graphics Card in the shape of a CD upwards and it lands on my lap. I look at it, and I answer her question, even though I can't remember what the question was in the first place.

I declared, "Well, this used to be a good graphics card back then..."

And things kind of felt awkward at this point, I was still speculating if the mother threw the card on my lap gently out of a seemingly intention but failed expression of anger when her child destroyed his laptop in half, or for something else.

I'm concerned because the waking life counterpart is extremely nice to me, like all other women....pffft what nice standard to use her in when it's applicable to the majority of females....18+ or Cougars...you name it...

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10.18.2012

The Toilet of Extending Doom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yes, the title was served as enticing you to read this awkward dream. NOTE: I put this on the bottom for a reason. DON'T LOOK if you don't want to see....I mean, it's not graphic, it's just me taking a #2, but there's some weird stuff that might entertain someone......

SOMEONE.............*chuckle*

So I'm listening to someone sing a country song, and I have this abnormal fascination at the fact they are actually making rhymes, as if this is some in new age discovery for me or something. The song is your typical country song, some kind of problem the person has, and then how they can overcome it, *insert Christian God morality values expressed in verses here*, and that's how it was for a few seconds.


------------------STOP HERE if you cringe at the word "shit" and "Number 2"---------------------------

I needed to go to the bathroom, and go to the pipes first, but I forget what I did near there, then I turned around to find the stalls for the toilets. I'm trying to take the #2, and the distance from the entrance of the stall to the toilet is fairly long. As I'm actually trying to do the #2, some random guy on the stall next to me asks,

"How are you doing?"

I don't know buddy, I'm close to having a shitty time!

The guy doesn't even look like he's going to take a shit, despite him sitting down as well. And WHAT THE FUCK, HOW CAN I SEE THIS GUY SITTING DOWN? Like, the walls on the sides are so short, that there's no damn point in having a door in front anymore.

The guy seems to be looking at a text message on his cellphone. He's Hispanic, is wearing the classic "Look at me, I'mma HomeG Sliceboy from the Bronx" looking Black cap that he turns backwards. He's wearing a hoodie with a Black base and dark gray sleeves. He's wearing Khaki colored shorts that go a few inches past his knees, at least when he bends down to sit.

I feel so awkward having myself exposed, even though the guy isn't looking at me. It feels weird trying to take a shit without that can sneak a peek on you.

The toilet can extend, I find this out by dragging my feet (since my pants are near my ankles), and I noticed the metal pole from the back is what makes it extend. It can go all the way until the end of the stall door.

I finish, take care of my business, and I get up to wash my hands and all that fun stuff. Then there's a slight dream shift where I'm naked, and I only have a white towel to cover myself. The towel is too damn short to cover my crotch radius (fancy words), and I really try to pull this thing close to the other end to tie it, but fail.

I flip the towel over, and there's a smear of shit on it. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. From that point on, can't remember

07.28.2012

Airport Traveling (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember going to an airport several times.

I've been having some airport related dreams lately....

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07.28.2012

Weird Costumes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm inside of a waterfall cave with someone wearing a bright colored type of superhero outfit. It was just the helmet and cape that had bright orange and yellow colors, while the rest of their outfit was black.

They wanted me to follow them I'm assuming, but that's all I remember.

07.19.2012

Airport Sushi (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm outside preparing myself to go inside one of the planes in an Airport area. There are a few people going on the plane as well. The sky is light gray, feels like it's either going to rain, or maybe it's early morning.

I follow along with the group of dream characters, just to make I don't miss my flight that's right there in front of me. An elderly man that looks a lot like a tennis coach I used to have is here to direct us inside the plane I believe.

He had gray hair, wore one of those safety vests on top of his long-sleeved shirt, wore long pants, and was Caucasian. He didn't really talk much, and I can only recall him using hand gestures. Before we follow his instructions, a gust of wind hits me and everyone else all over, and I realized that this must be generated by the plane that's actually being operated at the moment.

I ignored how dangerous that was, and then finally went inside some small building to get ready to go on the plane. I go inside, and the building feels empty. The building's composition is glass all over, even for most of the doors. There are escalators both going down and up, and I follow the dream character instead of waiting for the others to respond.

It seemed the path we're going to would lead to boarding on the plane. I knew who the person was that I'm following. I only saw the back of his body, but his hair alone was enough for me to know.

He had blonde hair, slightly dirty blonde hair, wore a fancy black polo shirt, and khaki or a really light gray long pants. He probably wore a light brown or black dress shoe. Oh, and let's call him Con.

As I'm waiting for the escalator to send me all the way up, Con wastes no time to start skipping, even when there's no rush to reach the boarding area. I start to do the same, and then we have to walk a little before going down on an escalator.

I didn't wait for this one to carry me down either, I just started skipping the steps and finally reached the bottom.

I hear two females talking to each other, and I believe they're wondering how they are going to find their seats or something, I just assumed they were completely clueless based on the tone of their voices.

I think the dream shifts to where I'm finally on the plane, but for me, this feels like I'm in a mini-hotel or something. Instead of analyzing the environment around me, I just take advantage of the bed or chair I'm sitting on and just relax.

There's a female asking us if we would like something to eat, because they have a lot of food to offer. I didn't want to go at first, but I finally got up and followed the lady to the right on my right. The flooring is mostly dark red carpet, and maybe dark blue at some other rooms as well.

Things felt luxurious for me when I saw all of the food on the table. The foods that caught my attention the most were various Sushi and chopped up chicken breasts. I get a bowl, and I believe it's a red ceramic bowl.

I guess it makes sense for me that it's red, especially since I used a red ceramic bowl for eating cereal yesterday.

I don't hesitate at all while I'm adding stuff to the bowl, I took a lot of what looks like the Sushi and the chopped up (and cooked) chicken breasts. The chicken breasts had a very light brown color.

I most likely went back to my fancy room, still not cognizant on whether it's a hotel, airplane, or even both at the time.

I think I'm called again if I would like more food, and I think I follow another lady for more to eat.

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07.19.2012

Sinoblak (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm talking to Sinoblak on the Dream Views forums, something related to our dreams. All I was paying attention was her avatar and name, everything else went out of focus for me.

Except when she posted about shifts or something in our dreams or something like that.

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07.19.2012

Cookieh and Oblivious Searching (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I did a WBTB before I recalled these sets of dreams, which is why my recall for everything right now is okay.


I'm waiting for a train to come, and while I'm being passive in paying attention for it to come, the train is already halfway through. I still have a little distance to make one final dash.

I tried doing a curved dash, like moving away from the plane while running, and then turning to the right to leap and hopefully get a grip on the bar on the back of the train, but I failed.

I had some feeling that I shouldn't be on the tracks, but I saw at least one person walking near the tracks to go up the stairs somewhere. And the actual tracks themselves, I thought it would be dangerous to step on them because I thought it would be an electrical hazard.

I step over the tracks, nothing bad happens. I get out of the train station, and randomly walk around, trying to find some place to go. I don't know why I wanted to take the train I just missed, but now that I'm in a huge conflict with not knowing where it was going in the first place, it's very hard to find any kind of guidance in the dream.

I think I run a little bit, looking over to my right at the skies. I think I see some huge city skyscrapers, and decided that I should find a way to head over there. While I'm running, or just power walking, I think I'm going into a section with various warehouses and storage garages.

There are a few teenagers, maybe around the ages of 16-18, and they look like Skater posers or something, based on how they dressed themselves, and how most of them are practically skinny.

But this was a rushed rationalization based on what I saw from my peripheral vision, or at least when taking a 1 second glance at them approaching my direction, but not necessarily to talk to me or anything.

I started to develop a fear that they were coming after me though, since I'm all alone in a random section with warehouses and storage garages outside, I just couldn't help it. I ran a little bit faster, and then the feelings of fear eventually faded away.

I don't know where I ran, but now it seemed I'm finally in an area with some people to start asking questionings too. The first person I talk to is red-headed. Her hair is somewhat long, almost reaching her shoulders.

I assume this person is Cookieh, just because of other features I've noticed that matched the real one. (And I mean that in a non-creepy way).

I asked the Cookieh look-a-like a question, most likely relating to where the hell I am at the moment. She looked a little depressed for some reason, and I asked her if she can give me a ride to somewhere that I can't remember. She's still looking down, and I guess I just take that as a "no."

I don't think she wanted to talk to anyone with the state she was in. I open a glass door to go into a building, and I get some kind of mental flash that someone posted a picture of a nipple on the Dream Views forum.

And because of that, I had some reflex that basically made me think, "YOU CAN'T POST NIPPLES ON DREAM VIEWS!!!!!"

I take a look at the animated nipple in my mind, and it's oozing out so much breast milk, and the fact that it's not attached to anyone's body freaks me out a bit. After that random episode, I think I ask someone else for directions.

I can't remember if it was a male or female, but they pointed to the sky. I look up, and they mentioned about how I could go to some big company to get more information on what to do next. The same finger that was pointing up was geared towards some huge building being held by some large machine crane, ready to drop it at its new location.

Seeing a building lifted up like that was pretty cool, but also scary because with dream logic and all, it could end up pretty bad if it fell somewhere else.

The dream shifts to where my perspective changes to where I see myself walking to someone.

While I'm in this spectator first person view, I see gray hair to my left, and then realize it's an old lady, and apparently, she's the owner of whatever section I'm in. I shift my perspective back to the dream body of myself that I was previous contained in, and the lady continues to declare that I could go anywhere but near her and her daughter.

I don't know what she thought I was going to do to her daughter, but I think I remember seeing the daughter at some point in the dream. She was hot, but it's not like I was going to sexually assault her or something.

After the old lady gave me the freedom to walk around this city, and by the looks of where I am, either the city is just naturally dark, or maybe it's night time in the city.

I don't remember what I do next though.

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07.19.2012

One-Fifth Monster (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much, but I think I'm fighting, or getting close to fighting a random monster. I don't know its name, but someone declares that it gives 1/5 Retribution or something like that.

Guess it was some kind of RPG-esque kind of dream.