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    1. Tranquilizer Gun Fails, or I'm a Lousy Shot, & 120+ Subjects Learned?

      by , 04-15-2014 at 05:49 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Tranquilizer Gun Fails, or I'm a Lousy Shot (DILD)


      Iím hiding behind a rock thatís probably 5 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall. I have a tranquilizer gun on me, and I believe Iím wearing a black tac suit as well. The environment resembles a jungle, and the ground itself had a color of white rock material thatís covered by all sorts of minerals, dirt, and grass.

      The areaís pathway Iím on seems to be curved like a ďC,Ē where if I were to reach the end, I would probably have to jump off from a pretty high elevation to get to the lower section of this area. Iím as the bottom end of the ďCĒ shaped area, and thereís a soldier patrolling around the section farther away from me.

      He looks kind of like a Panamanian guard that you would see in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, though Iím not sure if the design for the Gamecube version was different from the XBOX.

      How I conceptualized the whole experience seemed to have involved me looking at my dream self through third person point of view, and occasionally feeling my dream body as well. I try to take my time to aim the tranquilizer gun at the guard, and it seems this experience in the dream had to be reset several times because I was either missing the shot completely, or I didnít shoot him anywhere in the head to hopefully make him unconscious quickly.

      One experience within the reset was that when I took a shot, and miss, some kind of random object launched its way over to the guard. The object was hard to see from afar, but I remember that it had a violet color with a slight overlay of blue. The guard turns around, looks alert, and isnít hesitant in calling for backup.

      I can visualize how said backup would arrive, and thereís soldiers wearing some kind of dark yellow camo outfit with brown spots spread around it, along with them wearing black masks where only their eyes are portrayed through a horizontal oval cut-out.


      120 Subjects Learned? (DILD)


      Apparently, I tell someone that I learned over 120 subjects in High School and at a University.

      Words come out of my mouth like crazy, and I felt like it was just coming by naturally without any intention of having to cover anything up. I think I stated I learned 110 in High school, and the rest at a University.

      Even though the dream didn't make any sense, it's kind of true of how you barely learn crap at a University, other than:

      Spoiler for university/college logic:
    2. Tennis with Sarah, Resident Evil 4 Characters, Running away from Shooter

      by , 12-27-2012 at 06:58 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Playing Tennis With Sarah (Non-lucid)


      I'm walking outside, and I see a blonde that resembles Sarah, who used to be a Freshmen when I was a Junior in High School.

      She glances at me, and I looked at her, but only for a while, and I think I heard my coach saying that I would be paired up with her. The reason being is that there were mostly females on the team, and I came in because they needed a mixed doubles team.

      So I guess I was the only one that showed up, and I had to agree indirectly. Then the dream shifts where I'm walking with two more people, who end up being male, which contradicts the purpose of me being in a mixed doubles team.

      I see someone that looks like Jon Kus. in waking life, and I try to get his attention. I get his bag, and he things I'm lifting it for him, but at the same the I think that the bag he was holding was for me.

      It's just so random that it's confusing. The other male was some Asian guy who looked like someone I met in Middle School who was kind of agressive, and I think his name was James?


      Resident Evil 4 Characters (Non-lucid)


      All I remember for this one is that Krauser from Resident Evil 4 was trying to scare me, which he did for a few seconds, but I quickly realized he's not going to kill me or anything.

      I believe Ada Wong was there as well, but I don't know where she came from.


      Running away from Shooter (Non-lucid)


      I remember having a conflict with a dark-skinned male who looked like he was about my age, and I was really irritated by him appearing out of nowhere.

      I screamed at him, and left the building. I'm outside, and it looks like the area of Heldenfels from the University I'm in. I get anxious, and I turned back to find that the guy is slowly following me, and I looked down to see he's holding something.

      I assumed it was a gun, but I couldn't take a good look at it because I was running for my life. And I was running fairly slow at random points, like I just freezed just like that and then went back to progressively run a bit faster.

      I remember deciding going to a building to hide, since he would probably speculate where I am if I at least went for the corner. The area outside had light gray clouds covering the skies, as if it was going to rain soon.

      Also, I had a dream where I was some other girl's girlfriend, but it's best I forget about that dream.

      All I can say is, if I was a fool for lucid dreaming escapism, the realism of that dream would probably make me tempted to be find a way to have a coma in this reality, and just have a dream with that person.

      It's disgusting, but it's a repressed desire that I wouldn't have mind. But I don't have time for that, I still have to do things in this world, the paradise can wait until my time comes.
    3. You're Lucid Dreaming, We're All The Same, GPA Miscalculation, Her and my Father

      by , 12-22-2012 at 03:19 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      You're Lucid Dreaming (DILD)


      I'm basically doing a nose plug reality check and telling my mother in the dream that she's dreaming.

      I kept doing the nose plug reality check and it's clear that I can breathe through my nose while I plugged it.

      She's surprised, and I tell her, "Yeah....."

      We were in a completely different dimension where it was just us, it felt like a nice place with absolute assurance of safety.

      It's hard to describe, it was like a void, but the environment consisted mostly of yellow, orange, red, and other vibrant and bright colors.

      There were some sparks here and there, and the ground we were standing on was invisible, which felt weird, but I didn't pay attention to that for very long.


      We're All The Same (Non-lucid)


      I was making constant trips to this Gas Station mini-store, and as I'm trying to get Pringles, Cheetos Puffs, or just a simple soda drink, I meet this man who looks Asian or Hawaiian.

      He looks a lot like Sammo Hung, and he seems passive most of the time as a employee operating the cash register. I think my 3rd trip going into the store to get something, as I'm about to leave, he tells me,

      "You may have this............(forgot the content on what he said), but we're all the same........we're like mirrors...."

      The store itself had a lot of items to buy, and a lot of aisles for a small area. They were easy to pass through, and most of the items were a blur to me until I acknowledged that I wanted something from the aisle I was in.

      The Pringles can was kind of deformed and a bigger than normal, and I had insane cravings to just buy the biggest snacks I could afford.


      GPA Miscalculation (Non-lucid)


      This obviously pertains to how I had to set up an appeal letter because of my GPA in college right now. I hope it gets approved >.<


      I looked at a transcript that seems to be my own, and I looked down to see my GPA in waking life, or at least the GPA for the given semester of college. I checked the overall GPA, and it seemed fine.

      I was busy speculating what I did so wrong here to make me get into having to set up an appeal response for financial aid. Then I realized, soemone miscalculated the GPA by placing the current semester as a separate row below the overall GPA.

      This made the system probably assume that was my overall GPA, which wasn't the case, it was my GPA for this semester before 2013. I get irritated by this, and I immediately set plans to go to my Academic advisor.

      Apparently a relative of mine was going to help me get to there, and I felt she would help me, but when I went outside, it seemed she was long gone. She was wearing a slightly lime green shirt mixed in with some blue to make it a little darker.

      I can still see her, and I was basically following her for a few seconds until I decided to go find a path on my own. I used a teleport/transport medium of some sort that involved using the Thunder God Jutsu from Naruto where I have to touch an item that I can remember easily so I can transport myself there instantly.

      So I picked my two items, and this elevator door appears out of nowhere, and when I open it, it's a portal to get to the Academic Advisors office for Biochemistry. It wasn't anywhere close to the office in waking life, but I had a feeling it would be in this dream.

      I go through the door, and I'm now in a different dimension or location in the dream. I go up to my Advisor and provided her the information on paper, and she clearly saw the miscalculation.

      She stated that she would go over this, and contact me as soon as she can. I feel a lot better,
      and honestly, if I could make this waking life reality, it would be SO AWESOME right now since I'm kind of afraid of what's going to happen now.....

      So while I'm waiting for her to contact me eventually, I decided to summon the elevator door to transport me back to my dream apartment so I can let loose for a while. The amount of stress being lifted off was amazing, I felt like I could breathe again knowing that it was a miscalculation that would boost my GPA big time.

      I don't know what I was doing in my apartment, but it was definitely something pertainin to just relaxing and not worrying about the outcome. The dream shifts where I'm apparently being contacted by the advisor, so I quickly set up the Elevator portal, almost forgetting an item I should use in case I wanted to quickly transport myself to the apartment again.

      The advisor tells me it definitely was a miscalculation, and I looked at the new transcript to find an even better result than last time. I saw an A somewhere on the bottom, and a B, and a few other good grades as well. There was one "D," but I didn't mind at all since my GPA met satisfactory standards to continue receiving financial aid.

      So I started thinking about things I can do to boost my GPA more, and getting motivated to work even harder because of me being able to endure through the small conflict I had when finding the miscalculation of the GPA.

      I realized that the advisor had a mini-fridge behind her while she's sitting down, and apaprently, I could take some stuff and help myself out to a drink or some food. But I didn't take anything out, however, I have the mindset that I did take something out before, and I asked my advisor if she and her assistant wanted me to get them something to drink that I could put into the fridge.

      They didn't mind, and I remembered I had a full liter of Ginger in my fridge back at my dream apartment.

      While I was remembering that, I also get a mental picture of my dream apartment again, and if I had paid more attention to the format of the apartment, I could've been lucid. The thing that was different about the dream apartment, at least one noticeable thing now as I'm typing it out is that the Refridgerator was placed in a different position.

      Instead of being on the left side if I were to enter the apartment and head to the kitchen, it was placed on the opposite side from where it was before. I go through the elevator portal again, and I quickly opened the fridge to grab the Ginger Ale.

      I also noticed that I had a few other things in the fridge,
      like the soda I picked up from the previous dream where the guy told me that we're all the same (the Sammo lookalike dream character).

      I quickly go through the portal once more, and realized I don't need to worry about fixating on an item to transport myself anymore if I have a portal that appears with my mere mention of expressing my will to its manifestation.

      Maybe I should do this for meditation.

      I then get random dream shifts of several areas that looked like they were mixed from other areas in waking life. I saw a few random dream characters and a few familiar faces here and there. There was one girl I saw that liked me in High School, but I quickly ignored her.

      I can't remember anything else that happened in the dream.


      Her and my Father (Non-lucid)


      I just remember my girlfriend meeting with my father, which was something I was very afraid that was going to happen.

      The same encounter that I tried to avoid ended up being casual and nothing of conflict ironically. But I still had my guard up, trying to listen to my girlfriend respond to my father.

      Things seemed okay, and my father was helping her out by picking up and carrying the suitcases she had in the trunk of her car, which was weird, because it wasn't the van/jeep at all.

      She looks down at the trunk, and she seems a bit phased out, and she has her mouth slightly opened while she's looking down. I felt worried that maybe she didn't know what to see to the both of us, and before I tried to comfort her, I forget what happenes next.
    4. Organic Chemistry Teacher and I Met Obama Over There

      by , 12-19-2012 at 08:58 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid)


      I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone.

      She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out.

      She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage.


      I met Obama There (Non-lucid)


      I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University.

      I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself.

      But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment.

      By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side.

      Obama responds in confusion,


      And I leave.
    5. Teasing Math Teacher

      by , 12-04-2012 at 04:58 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Teasing a Math Teacher (Non-lucid)


      I remember going to a class similar to the Math Course I'm taking, and doing horrible in waking life. My professor isn't there, and there seems to be another professor still teaching, and by the looks of it, the content on the screen projector seems to be too abstract, not even math in some cases.

      Blah blah blah, boring math stuff, students being bored as hell, yadadada, until the dream shifts to where I'm near a lady who's probably about 30-40. I'm getting annoyed on how much of a bitch she is to her students, and she's probably just cranky because of no sex or something.

      So I go up to her, I ask her random questions, like what college she went to.

      She looks at me in shock and states in a mildly questioning tone,

      "Texas A&M.............................???"

      I get close to her and hold her hand,

      "No before that."

      She responds,

      "Berkeley...." She starts getting relaxed, and she's looking into my eyes with more confidence, but her body isn't able to handle this random contact I'm having with her. She tries to kiss me, but I tease her and moved back.

      Then I turn around and got the hell out of there while she stands there completely dumbfounded and wishing she took control over me in another room to go few rounds with me.



      *whistles innocently*
      Tags: college, math, teasing
    6. Dream Scholarship, Shooting, Sonic Heroes and Dumbledore

      by , 12-04-2012 at 04:56 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Dream Scholarship (Non-lucid)


      I'm informed that there's an Asian lady hosting a small contest to win her scholarship of $3,500 I believe.

      I'm going inside of an auditorium or a huge lecture room that could occupy maybe 300+ people. The walls are probably milky brown with some kind of pink to it, and the lighting above us is mostly white.

      There's not a lot of people in the room, and I decided to merge with the 15-20 or so people sitting near the front. There's 4 sections of seats, and I decided to go to the middle on on the left. I have to go through someone, and they moved their legs for me.

      Then I sit down, and started to phase out for a while until I saw people's names were on the board. There was this half-naked guy who was near the board, and I assumed I had to talk to him to get my name added for the scholarship contest.

      So I go up to him and state my name, but apparently, there's someone already with my name on the chalkboard....then I hear someone call out, "Yeah, that's me!"

      I was a bit shocked, but then decided to mention my middle name as well to make the distinction between the random dream character and myself. I go back to sit to a random seat, and I noticed there's one girl that looks like someone at my college in waking life.

      She's dark-skinned, wearing tight khaki long pants, along with a green sweater with a few mixed in colors of red, white, blue, and such. She's looking at the large projector screen on the stage. I can't recall what was the exact content, and I doubt there was anything useful.

      I just wanted to wait for the Asian lady, or whoever is hosting the contest. Then after a while someone comes in, and claims they are the host, so everyone starts paying attention. I passively hear what she's saying and focus on who is around me. Since I realized this is a contest again, I have to rank who might be a challenge to me.

      I saw a guy with an orange shirt for a while, and then noticed he's similar to someone named Danny in waking life. I started to worry about his existence because he was supposedly a good debator in High School. Everyone else looked pretty easy to compete against.

      The lady on the stage was most likely Indian or Hispanic, she was dark-skinned, but more of a tanned skinned complexion. She's wearing a black dress shirt that's slightly opened to show her cleavage, and I believe she's wearing regular dark blue jeans.

      She looks like she's in her 30-40s, and she has long and brown hair, along with dark red lips. Her visage is plump and cheeky, and she has a decent body for her age overall.

      She calls up one person, and I believe he would be asked a series of questions. After a while, I can't recall what happens during that inteveral, but I find myself on the stage with other people. I tense up a bit, and quickly turned my back to see what's on the screen.

      Gradually, my awareness of the content picks up, and I realized these are mostly dream-related questions.

      I start getting confident, and felt that this scholarship is easy pickings, too bad I didn't reality check since dreaming was the topic of discussion. As the lady is rambling on some stuff, my urge to just mention anything increases, but I didn't want to disturb the lady.

      I start twitching while trying to be patient and see when she's going to just be quiet.

      I can't remember anything after that.


      Someone Tries To Shoot (Non-lucid)


      I remember being outside, and I think I'm walking with my father or someone, along with some random female.

      She was wearing a blue jacket, the hard layered ones, along with a dark red shirt underneath I believe. She also had regular light blue jeans, and she looks like she's in her 40s or so.

      She has black hair, and is dark-skinned, and has a skinny torso region, but wide hips. I think my father was going to aim his gun at her for some reason, and I'm seeing this in spectator view. While things are going in slow-motion, I see that he really wants to prepare to shoot her, and as I'm informing the lady to watch out, she finally turns around.

      She's shocked, and I think she someone takes the gun out of his hands and drops it somewhere else.


      Sonic Heroes & Professor Dumbledore (Non-lucid)


      I'm watching a random small clip of Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails, and they're in an environment that's similar to the Lost Jungle stage in Sonic Heroes.

      Sonic is trying to convice Tails and Knuckles to form together near a flower pod that can transport then to a huge plant base inside that's maybe 30 feet away from them. Knuckles raises his hairless eyebrow region on the left side, probably feels it's a crazy idea, but he agrees along with tails.

      Now I'm mentally controlling Tails as Sonic and Knuckles hang out below him. I'm going through some weird sewer like region. The overall atmosphere's color is a light misty brown mixed in with yellow.

      The walls and roofs are formed in a semi-circular composition, and as I'm progressing with the three characters, I finally reach a gated area. The irons seem to be rusty brown, and there's a gate door that we can open.

      I prompt them to open it, and as soon as we go into the area, Professor Dumbledore comes in out of nowhere. He's sitting near a desk, and seems to be sorting through some papers. He looks very busy until I prompt the characters to get closer to him, after that, I can't recall anything else.
    7. Me Vs. Ganondorf, Floating Over a Sea, Almost Lucid, Outset Island, HIstory Discussion

      by , 11-30-2012 at 11:42 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Me Vs. Ganondorf (Windwaker) (Non-lucid)


      I was controlling Link from Windwaker mentally, or maybe it really was just me in his outfit, and I see Ganondorf is preparing to run up the long and twisted castle stairs forming into the right side. There's a red carpet materials in the middle of the stairs, and it leaves about 1/4 of the width of each step from both left and right sides exposed.

      This endeavor in the dream was fairly simply, hunt down Ganondorf and face him off. Before I run up the stair to get to him, for maybe 20 seconds, I was in the area behind the start of the stairs going up. There were turquoise walls composed of stacked like bricks, but with a completely different material.

      The flooring was also turquoise, or maybe slightly grayer than the walls. I see Ganondorf is standing there with his two swords, and he's about 10 feet away from me. I quickly prepared my Light Bow, and it shot through Ganondorf like it would for any other entity of evil.

      However, it doesn't seem to affect him at all. He quickly runs up the stairs, and I get this sense of exhiliration. Going after the bad guy, hearing the "Hyrule Castle Ganon" Track from the Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess.

      As I'm getting to the apex of the stairs, I could sense something bad was going to happen. I see Ganondorf in a different form, from Ocarina of Time. I get this quick imagery of him opening his mouth and has his eyes wide open, as if to scare me.

      The dream resets, and this time, when I reached to the stairs, I believe I encountered him, but I forget what happened next.


      I'm Floating Over a Sea (DILD)


      This dream feels similar to a Winder Waker ocean envrionment. It feels like I'm in the body of Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time. I'm at least 200 feet above the sea.

      I can't believe how much I'm stabilied by floating, and I start seeing incomplete forms of several islands from the Windwaker series. They all started out as gray colors, and then began to accumulate more detail.

      However, because
      I'm lucid that I'm floating above the sea, which REALLY scares me, because I don't want to descend into it and face whatever mystery contained in there.

      My fear of this makes me descend slowly to sea level, and before I knew it, I woke up out of fear.


      Almost Becoming Lucid (Non-lucid)


      I remember walking on a side walk, and as I'm randomly talking to whoever,

      "Hello? Yeah....I......uhmm."

      Then I woke up before I could get the chance to become fully lucid.



      Outset Island (Non-lucid)


      I remember wanting to take a family member to Outset Island from Windwaker. I don't know why exactly, but I just wanted to.


      U.S. History Discussion Class (Non-lucid)


      I'm at the discussion room I usually go to for U.S. History class, and there seems to be quite a few people in a small area.

      The flooring is vanilla, the walls are the same as well, and there's more than enough white lighting inside. I was probably sitting at the back rows on the far left side that's closer to the left wall.

      The reason I'm confused is that I have another dream shift, but that will be mentioned later. I hear my discussion teacher go on in random declarations, and I don't really pay too much attention to the details until he calls my name.

      I quickly jolted upwards, like literally half a feet. I quick put on a dazed and confused facade, waiting for his question, but I can't remember what it was.

      Then the dream shifts, but I think this would've been a DEILD if I had been aware. Anyway, I'm sitting in the front or somewhere near the teacher, and I think he asks me a question that I was engaged in.

      Funny thing is about the dream, in waking life, I had a discussion meeting for History today, and when no one didn't know the answer to the teacher's question, he said he would randomly pick out someone.

      He screamed out "Brandon!"

      I was shocked, but fortunately, there's another Brandon, and he picked him instead.

      Hahahahaha.....that almost made me go crazy.
    8. Father, Morpheus, Zune HD, Agent Smiths, Tailed Beast Rasengan| 1-Q Formula

      by , 11-11-2012 at 03:44 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Father is Angry, Meeting Morpheus, Zune HD Near Death, Fighting Agent Smiths, Tailed Beast Rasengan (Non-lucid)


      Decided to do some narrating (in waking life mind you) for my tulpa, and asked her if she can help me recall all of this detail. Seems it's working out pretty well, considering I didn't do a WBTB whatsoever.

      It seems I quickly turned off the laptop alarm to wake me up within an hour and 5 minutes, and I didn't want to risk using the other alarm that does get me up, because I might've forgotten to set it to another time to prepare the apartment, since I'll be having a guest for the week.

      Anyway, whether or not it's just me being able to get major snippets in images of the dreams, or her actually providing me with them, since after all, she is a construct of my mind, I'm glad I'm involving her into helping me recall these things, and ACTUALLY have a bit of a longer syntax, and a few out of norm vocabularly that I'm too lazy to bother using nowadays.

      Anyway, on to the dream.

      I hear a doorbell ringing, and I'm inside a house that I've been to in waking life. It's either early morning or late night. The door is opened, and I quickly somehow concealed myself outside. The only way that's possible are:

      1. I had a short dream shift
      2. I phased through the walls
      3. I teleported myself
      4. I transported myself
      5. *Insert weirdness of dreams defying logic here*

      I noticed that my father is wearing an army uniform from top to bottom, faded green torso and pants, with brown boots and faded dark yellow rubbery soles. I'm hiding between the edge of a wall, and the middle of an intersection of it that would split into another wall that would be coming towards you when you're looking at this screen.

      I peeked over to see my father confused on why the door would be opened in the first place. He starts to move around a bit, still puzzled. Like the moment he went through the door, you know how someone automatically states something because they assume you're there?

      Here's how it went.

      He comes in, he starts saying (I can't remember exactly)

      "*insert sentence that ends up being cutoff*------------"

      He stops, pauses, looks around, and then I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. He turns around and I smile at him, trying to show that I was just being a little playful with him. I realized I'm seeing myself in third person perspective, but at the same time, I'm interchanging between spectator mode and direct third person view.

      I also noticed I'm wearing black clothing overall. Black Jacket that extends near my knees, black dress shirt, and black dress pants. My attempt at trying to play around with my father by hiding and then showing myself to him, like some kind of naive kid who thinks babies come from storks, is automatically disowned.

      His visage clearly shows he didn't approve of me joking around, obviously because he had the conception that we were missing, went somewhere else with the house wide opened, or were completely oblivious to the door being opened while doing random things in the house.

      He tries to say something in anger from my actions, but stops immediately and just makes the sucking sound when you suck where the sides of your mouth close in on your teeth, and you suck them backwards. I felt awkward at his reaction, and I felt like I did something horribly wrong by doing all of this.

      I tried to kill the awkwardness by randomly stating that my mother is currently showering, so she wasn't able to come out immediately to open the door. But this doesn't work.

      The dream shifts a bit and it seems he has a guest, and he looks exactly like Morpheus. Morpheus is wearing a black suit jacket that extends all the way down near his ankles, 5 inches above it I'd presume. I have the assumption that this is Oneironaut Zero, and I get closer to him.

      Morpheus seems to be really passive in this dream, and I'm still holding on to the conviction that he was Oneironaut Zero for some reason, and I think I gave him a little poke to the arm. He turns around and says,


      "Who are you?"

      Note: I still believed he was Oneironaut Zero in this dream at the time, and I state, "I'm Linkzelda"

      He responds, "Oh really? Heh."

      I reply back, with passive disappointment that he doesn't remember me, "Yep, I'm him." The dream now shifts where I'm sitting on a simple brown rectangular table that has its longer sides perpendicular to me. My father is in front, and I believe Morpheus is either on the left side, or sitting with my father.

      I think my mother is on the right, which is a bit odd, but anyway, Morpheus starts stating some things I can't remember, and by this point, I'm not sure if I still believed that he was Oneironaut Zero. I just treat him like any other dream character that I'm having a passive awareness while conversing with him.

      It seems some of my answers irritate my father, and I look at him. He makes an awkward facial expression of his mouth hanging down slightly, eying at me weirdly. I look at him and felt awkward from this awkwardness.

      Then I sublimated that energy into passive-aggressiveness. I wanted to be pissed at him, but I didn't want to do it in front of two people, excluding him and me. I just get up from the chair slowly, building up my rage, still sublimating it passively with the conviction I occasionally conform to when I do get pissed:

      I did so by spreading my arms out, with my palms facing him, and fingers completely spread apart. I indirectly gave him my response of "You know what, fuck this shit, it's useless getting pissed at you" basically.

      I slowly walk backwards, with my head facing the floor, and I don't even dare stare at him from this point. The moment I turned my back to make it face him, I started to let the rage sublimate a bit more through my facial expressions, still keeping it all silent from him and the two other DCs there.

      I go into my room, close it normally, even though I wanted to slam it harder and faster. My room isn't the room that I recall from the house I was at temporarily in waking life, but the rest of the house before I came in here was mostly identical.

      The overall color in the room is brown, but based on my passive awareness to focus on my peripheral vision, there's a but of maroon or dark red mixed in with the brown. I look on a small light brown table, and noticed my Zune HD is there.

      Okay, guess I can listen to some music and calm myself down from this whole bullshit interaction with my father's random aggressiveness at me. I take my Zune HD and place it on my right hand. I can't really feel the cold contact of the metal being dormant, but I feel something in my hand.

      Then before I turn it on, I start analyzing it more, and realized there's something wrong with it. The back of it seems to be slipping off fairly easy, and this makes me worry. I start believing that this Zune HD is close to being useless and not workable anymore.

      I started to get worried that $150-180 (the range amount I paid for before the price changed) at the time would be going to waste. I look at my Zune HD, and it turns on, but not the way it's supposed to be.

      Instead of having a progressive loading bar starting from the bottom until it reached the top, a light blue screen that's a little smaller than the Zune's screen size pops up. Kind of like how if you have a Gamecube and have no disc, or it can't read a disk, the transparent cube shows up.

      In this case, it's like that, except it's a slightly 3d-ish rectangle that's parallel to the Zune HD's standard vertical position. There's black font that states how I could pay $70 or an amount near that to repair my Zune HD, instead of having to pay $150 for it again.

      I get confused, because my Zune HD is on, so why would I need to worry? Unless it was some kind of emergency feature that was built into it for this moment. Then the words transitioned to prompt me a message of something related to the Zune HD probably having contact with water before.


      I overhear my mother talking to my father in relation to how I expressed how pissed I was from him being pissed at me for no apparent reason. I started to block out their conversation, and proceeded to sit on the small bed next to me on the right. I decided to lie down on my back with my arms folded upwards so that my elbows face the ceiling.

      I started to have random thoughts:

      It's hard to verify if this was a separate dream, or all at once, so I'll just put it here and assume it was just one dream, because it had some kind of similar pattern

      One noticeable one was that I was running around the HECC building at my university, and agent-Smith like DCs were coming after me. I started to run calmly and swiftly. The overally atmosphere in this environment during this speculative mindset was light gray. It felt like it would become night time soon, or that it could possibly rain.

      The building that looked like the HECC building forms into something else I assume when I decided to open the glass door. There were these wooden chairs with a soft red cushion on top of the seating base.

      They were all lined up, and I decided to go near them and align them at random positions to confuse the Agent Smith. I started to do random movements to dodge them. I was using my hands to do a lot of handstands and twisting and flexing my body around.

      I was confusing the agents, and I'm not even sure if I have full control of my body, but I let whatever is happening happen. I think I recall at some point, either when the dream in this speculative mindset I'm in reset where I was wearing a golden eagle mask, and was doing things much faster than before.

      It's hard to recall if it was a dream reset, or a part that I forgot and realized later on...

      Then I had another dream shift where I thought I couldn't use the Rasengan or the Rasenshuriken, and because of this, I was annoyed, and I still felt like the agents were coming after me. From this rage, it seems I was unconscious of how I made a gesture when Naruto was trying to form the Tailed Beast Rasengan in episode 264 in the anime.

      It didn't really feel heavy forming the Tailed Beast Rasengan, and I'm not sure if I'm really forming it at all, but I'm still locked into the position where I have my arms out into a circle trying to balance the heaviness.

      From there, I'm not sure what happens next.

      1-Q Formula (Non-lucid)


      I remember being in a dark room, all by myself. I was most likely preparing to go to sleep, and I have a lot of recollection of thoughts of what I did in the dream, or at least implanted memories on what I could've done or didn't do at all.

      Either way, the room I'm in is like the interior of an Asian mini-temple house with the light doors made of wood and paper-like material that you would have to slide horizontally to open or close. The overall color, despite of the darkness that's pretty strong here is brown, dark brown specifically.

      The flooring however, is vanilla white, a bit rough since it seems to be thousands or hundreds of thousands of fine fabric perpendicularly on top of each other. As I'm going to sleep, I keep myself half-awake, and my eyes 1/4 open. Someone comes in, and it's some random blonde dream character. He gets a white paper that was on the floor at the time, and he gets a black ink ballpoint pen to write some number along with a letter equaling some kind of value.

      I believe the closest association I can recall of what it could've been was:

      1-Q = *insert value here*

      I know for sure he had a value entered in, and while he's writing the formula, he messes up in between, but quickly scratches it and writes the formula correctly. He puts the paper down and puts his pen back in his pocket.

      I'm asking my tulpa how the person looked like, and here's the image that she's giving me:

      He was a teenager, or a young adult my age. He had a white cap on that was turned backwards, and he was wearing an orange shirt with red lining near the edges of the open sleeved sports jersey shirt he had on. His pants were most likely black, and he was fairly skinny.

      He seemed to be around my height, give or take a few inches, and it had curly dirty blond hair, but that could've been the cap that made it looked curly. He seemed like a friendly person, despite me being creeped out he went into this room while I still had my eyes 1/4 the way opened.

      That's all I recall for this one.
    9. Batman Beyond+ Tulpa, Spanish Paper, Compromising Password, Attendance, Microbes, Restaurant........

      by , 11-09-2012 at 11:51 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      I'm Batman Beyond and with my Tulpa? (Non-lucid)


      I'm taking the dream body of the character (Terry McGinnis) that took the role of Batman in Batman Beyond. He's wearing a brown jacket, regular light black jeans, and a black shirt underneath.

      I'm inside of a room, and there was an invasion, there was so much going on, but there were dream characters that did some weird stuff.

      After a while, I'm transitioning into "sleep." As I'm falling down slowly, and losing consciousness, I see meaty substance around me, like someone's insides were turned inside out. It looks like whoever came in to invade did some weird stuff. Whatever emotions I had at the time were completely eradicated.

      I finally wake up, in the darkness. There's a woman right next to me lying down. She has black hair, and judging by her skin tone, a Caucasian female. She's unconscious, and something about her makes me want to stay with her and wait until she wakes up.

      I don't really do that for any dream character honestly, wonder why the big change. I'm asking my Tulpa, and she says it's her.

      I tried to parrot just now (if you don't know what that means, consciously put in effort to make the conversation rather than letting your tulpa gather unconscious thoughts or make a fluent response).

      I couldn't do it, she said it's her.

      .................................................. ......

      I don't know her name, even if my tulpa is in the dream, she's really not what I expected her to look like (not that I'm crazy about what she looks like of course, she can be whatever she feels comfortable with). I moved her head to rest on my lap while she's unconscious. After a while, I decided to check around the house, but only up until the bedroom that was to the left of the room we're in.

      I saw some people sleeping, and two looked like my mother and father. I started to get confused because I thought whoever crashed this place would camp out at night. My mother wakes up, but she doesn't see me, she has her back facing me. It takes a while for her to come to her senses, but she finally gets up.

      Then I'm informed, though I'm not sure by who, that those DCs were coming after somebody else, not us, it's just that they assumed we had an affiliation with the person they're finding. The person they're aiming for apparently didn't pay taxes for 10 years, and they're finding her to make her pay.

      That's even worse than the IRS.

      I can't remember much after that.

      Spanish Paper (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside a computer lab room in high school. The walls are probably a light gray color, the carpet is dark blue mixed in with a few specks of random colors, and the windows emitting a dull lighting implies that it's windy and cool afternoon.

      I see my Tennis coach that I had in the 2nd High School I attended. He wore a white long sleeved shirt I believe, or maybe a white turtleneck. There's other familiar faces there as well, the most noticeable was the girl to my left. She looked a lot like Stephanie, the same girl in waking life who told me she had a crush on me, and then said April Fools right after that.

      I only saw the back of her head, it was black and loose, and I could see a slightly 3/4 profile view of her face. I paid attention to her lips, since her lips were something a lot of the guys in the tennis team talked about getting blowjobs while looking down on her.


      She looks like her, but she looks almost like a doll of her, it's so weird. It's like she was just placed there as an accessory. The tennis coach told us that would be starting on a Spanish paper that would be due, but I can't recall the exact date for it. I saw on some green chalkboard, there were some examples of what he wants in Spanish.

      Some words I saw were:

      "Arte" okay, guess that sounds Spanish enough

      "3-7-xxxxxbuyll" - I can't remember the exact details except for the "buyll" part; though it's obvious that it was related to either an Alkane, Alkene, Alkyne, or Alkyl Halide nomenclature.

      I started to panic a bit, because I haven't taken a Spanish class since Junior year of High school.

      I can't remember anything else.
      Exposing my College Password (Non-lucid)


      I'm in my Sociology class, and there's an blaring warning sound that comes on periodically, which was similar to the event when there was an armed suspect at a bookstore that was near our section. The Sociology professor was away from his computer, and I decided I should log in for him so I could access Code Maroon to see what the alarm was for.

      As I'm typing my password, a person that looks like the guy who asks the professor in waking life questions that end up with the professor saying "That's a good question" gets near me. He's pointing his fingers at something, and I'm confused when he mentions that I have to block something before I do whatever it is I'm doing.

      I end up typing my whole password, and when I looked up at the screen projector, I realized that my college password was revealed. I finally realized why the guy was near me trying to explain to me what's going wrong. I felt embarrassed, and I couldn't look at the people sitting in this large lecture room.

      I told him that I could just change the password by adding something else, but he tells me he's going to figure it out anything, since most of the original was already compromised when it was portrayed on the big screen. He was wearing a black shirt with long sleeves that were folded halfway to his arms.

      I quickly packed my backpack with my laptop, and I dashed as fast as I can.

      I stay on the right side of this fairly long hallway, and I eventually decided to stop near a window. I take my laptop out, which is black in this dream, and I immediately aimed for the link to change my password. I got a yellow sticky note, and quickly wrote down something that I could memorize for the time being.

      I took the first letter of something that came up on my mind, and it involved Roger Federer ------------------

      So the password ended up being R------------------ in lowercase letters. I quickly concealed the sticky note inside my backpack, along with my laptop, and continued to move forward.
      Sociology Professor Takes Attendance (Non-lucid)


      My Sociology professor is taking attendance, which is a bit odd, since he never has given any kind of sheet that verified you attended his class. He's wearing what he wore yesterday in fact. He had a gray suit with a slightly faded yellow shirt underneath, and he had his dark blue jeans (not the country kind of jeans you see that are faded) that had the bottom folded. He was wearing his brown shoes as well, a simple lace-less pair of shoes I believe.

      He starts taking papers, and I'm assuming this is a quiz that we're taking. I go up to him, with my paper at hand I believe, and he takes it, goes to a wall with a bunch of papers taped up, and puts an "X" near my name. He heads to the desk with the computer and all sorts of stuff, and I assume that same "X" was just his sign that I was there, just like all the other students who received an "X"

      I'm waiting for him to give me back the paper, but it seems he's being distracted by other students who are probably complaining about their quiz grade. I didn't really feel stressed out over anything, so I guess I did well on this quiz.

      I get impatient, and decided to go up to him and tell him that he forgot to give me back my paper. Then he says,

      "Oh this guy." It's kind of hard to verify if he was being sarcastic, serious, or was talking to someone else. Either way, he hands me my paper, without having any sort of eye contact to me, because he's still being occupied by students asking him random questions. I looked at the back of one student's quiz, and I saw a problem that had some arrows in it.

      I realized that this could be a electron flow type of question, but I didn't go too far to speculate why a chemistry type of question would be related to a Sociology class. I go up the top floor and leave with my paper. I looked at the back of the paper, and it seems I have no marks whatsoever.

      After opening the double doors on the left side, and the left side is a side a RARELY exit out of or enter,
      I can't remember what I did next.
      Spit Microbes Zoomed in? (Non-lucid)


      All I remember seeing is microbe looking creatures near a pair of teeth.
      At a Restaurant in a Towel (Non-lucid)


      I'm sitting with two people, a random guy to my left, and a girl right in front of me. I don't know how the guy on the left belongs in this whole fiasco, but I'm half-naked with a towel around my waist.

      The towel is a yellow-green, leaning towards more of a yellow. The restaurant overall has a brown interior, and the tables are quite small, so I guess it's built for two people to face each other.

      I had to get another chair and sit next to the guy. The girl and everyone else seems to be passive with me around, they don't really see anything unusual with me just wearing a towel. I'm not even sure why I'm around these people in the first place.

      I become aware that I have this chick's number, so I go outside the restaurant for a bit, and quickly took my phone out that came out of nowhere...note, I'm still wearing a towel, so it had to come from somewhere......sorry for the mental image.

      I quickly skimmed over the list on my phone, and found her name, and I can't recall her name unfortunately. I listen to the usual "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" sound before the call picks up, and even though I can't hear her voice, I felt that I was calling her. I quickly peeked over to my left inside the restaurant, and saw she had her phone on her hand.

      She's trying to figure out who's calling her, and I assume that I know her number, but she doesn't know mine. I quickly ended the call and I end up going back inside, and hanged out with these two people for the rest of the dream I guess.
      Getting a Blowjob (Non-lucid)


      Spoiler for 18+:

      Sensitivity (Non-lucid)


      There's someone I know where I'm confused on whether or not I or her posted on the internet her sensitivity in random areas.

      Really random dream, don't even know who it was.
    10. Puri, Romney, Bio and Pokemon Rap, Talk to me Woman, Learning Style, How2LD (SDE Pt. 2: Day 21)

      by , 10-25-2012 at 05:04 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Dhal Puri and Random Stuff (Non-lucid)


      I'm planning to go with my mother to some store, I get some mental image of Dhal Puri being made there. It's inside of a Blue Bag with small black lining, the bag itself is one strapped I believe.

      I also recall seeing a random blonde female with a black outfit having the strap over her shoulder as well. I think there's a petty argument with my mother on the thing, or maybe it was with someone else, I can't remember too well.

      There's also people that are leaving the room we're in, which resembles a hotel room. Now why those people are inside of this room that should be reserved for me and my mother, I don't know. I look at then prepare to leave, and it's your basic family.

      Annoying little kid, a few teenagers that I didn't bother to look at much, a mother and father. I'm saying the obvious because compared to them, it was just me and my mother. Full family of DCs while I'm with just a part of what's generally a whole family. How cute.

      I checked my wallet for some reason, making sure my debit card is still in the slots of it, which I presumed it was, since I saw its color there, along with the color of my Laundry Card, since they don't use coins there in waking life.

      Brock's Dub on Ryan Romney (Non-lucid)


      I basically had a dream that repeated some parts in a video of Brock's Dub on YouTube over Mitt Romney and Obama's Debate. It was more specific on Ryan Romney's part in the video where he was working out. Before the weird part where there's supposed to be some random girly stuff around them, I see Ryan Romney wearing a gray hoodie and then leaning his face to his left side (right if you're looking at this screen obviously)

      Spoiler for Don't kill me Political Peoples...noes dontz do it!!:

      Then my alarm woke me up.
      Biology and Pokemon Rap (Non-lucid)


      I'm trying to take notes in this random Biology-related lecture, and it feels to me that whoever is talking eventually makes a rap about it. That's probably because I was watching Epic Rap Battles of History a few hours before I slept, lol.

      I couldn't keep up, and eventually, everyone is gone, and I have the room to myself now. I take the time to literally fill in the gaps that I had on my paper by scrolling through the PowerPoint Presentation styled format on the screen. There were empty blanks that would then reveal words if I wanted to see what's next.

      I spend the rest of the dream writing stuff down.

      Wait, where did the Pokemon part come in? Aw darn it, I forgot. >.<
      Why Won't You Talk To Me Woman!?!?! (DILD)


      I'm watching a random Western clip on Youtube, and it was maybe 2-3 minutes ago. After I was done watching it, or maybe halfway into being finished, I feel like I'm transported into a different environment.

      I do a nose plug RC, and it doesn't work, but I keep holding my nose, because it's clearly obvious, my diaphragm is functioning just fine when I close my nasal pathways. So go me for not relying on the breathing aspect, and seeing other areas are obviously working, defying logic of waking life, so I must be dreaming!

      Good job Link!!!!! You get a golden star!

      I'm in a ghost town, somewhat of a ghost town, how can a somewhat ghost town still be in the category of a ghost town? You figure that out yourself ya trooper.

      So I'm just walking around, feeling neutral like I'm always trying to do in a rare lucid to prevent the dream from destabilizing. To the left of me is a wooden roof supported by columns about 6-7 feet apart from each other. I'm just walking casually in the middle of this dusty brown road, and the feelings that this is a Western-theme dream in a way continues to come into my dream schemata.

      Oh my gawd, stop using big words!

      I finally accept this environment, and I continue walking, the sections inside below the wooden roof that extends quite a distance from where I'm at is fairly dark, but I can still see the majority of everything in it.

      Just brown dust on the ground, Wooden walls and a wooden roof, and me in the middle of a roof-less section, while the right side is the same as the left, most likely.

      I finally encounter a female with long, elegant black hair that ends near her waist or a bit closer to her ass. Very enticing object-------I mean woman compared to the rest of this dull environment. She's wearing a transparent blouse (to some extent) that has an overall Pastel Yellow Green color to it.

      She's wearing the usual female jeans that has the slightly white glow on the rear side and back legs. Go female fashion design to focus more on the woman's ass rather than her face.

      So I slowly go up to her, and then I asked her if she can help me.

      I let the question sit in its ambiguity, just to see a response, anything, something, SOMETHING, an UTTER? A GASP?

      Nothing. She says nothing, She just shifts her face left and right frantically for about 2 seconds, then turns her face away from me. I noticed that when she turned back, she really focuses on what's behind her, not me, as if she's trying to run away from someone, and to check that they aren't close to finding her.

      I guess I must be ruining her hiding spot, but again, I don't know what's going on since she's not telling me anything. She starts to move, and I follow her, and she's walking slowly at first. I queried to her a few more questions, and then asked,

      "Can you at least tell me what your name is?"

      She starts to walk a little faster, and I know I could've just let her go her own way, but since she's the only one here at the moment, and I don't feel like staying in an empty environment, I had to keep up the pace.

      Now I realized I really should've gotten over the insecurity of being alone in a dream, make a different dream environment for something.......Man, I'm stupid, gotta set mantras to remind myself that I'll do that sometime.

      She's still silent, and I start to lose my cool big time.....while at the same time I'm losing my cool, I'm also speculating that losing my cool will potentially destabilize the dream, and that I need to cool down. I think I started to touch the girl's shoulders and tried to shake her.

      She finally faces me, makes eye contact, but the moment she starts to open her mouth, dream fades because I'm saturated with rushed feelings.

      Well....you get what you deserve based on how you decided to feel at the given moment, and now you messed up that rare chance Link. Good job.

      Mosaic Learning Style (Non-lucid)


      I'm sitting in a lecture room, and the professor looks a lot like my Biology 111 professor I had in waking life. He looks more defined, his clothing, his aura, everything about him gives me this weird vibe of earnest respect of the vast amount of knowledge he probably has.

      I think he's wearing a Red-Orange Sweater, and has a blue striped white dress shirt underneath with the collar popping out. I forget the color of his dress pants, but my mind is giving me the image that it's Khakis. The class is about to end, and then I look at the girl to the left of me, and realized she looks like a girl in my Math Recitation course.

      She has her hair tied up, just like IWL, and still has that shy demeanor all over her face. Even if I take a quick glance at her, she still tries to pretend she's looking what's straight in front of her, even though her facial expressions, most noticeably her mouth, are making subtle but awkward movements.

      I can't recall this specific moment that's chained with that awkward moment to great detail, but I remember looking down on a paper she had. It was structured like a table with columns and rows, and had some markings here and there.

      I think I was helping her with picking out something, I just don't know what it was.

      The professor declares about the general idea of what will be on the exam, and portrays a PowerPoint slide that's projected on a large screen. It's set up like a table with columns and rows (I know I'm stating the obvious), and all of the concepts are in black font. The same black text has red background behind it, which kind of makes things an eyesore for me.

      I saw some things related to Indian something, and it feels weird to have a Biology teacher talk about something that makes me feel it's related to U.S. History.
      Huh? Guess I'll look up on that more, since I recall me wanting to have a dream where I found my true learning style. That could be it, but I don't know, will have to find out when I have some free time.

      When the professor is done talking, the class automatically prompts themselves to leave. I decided to sit down for a little bit for no clear reason, and I started to eavesdrop on the two females sitting in front of me. One is getting ready to put her items in her backpack, while the other female is already set to leave.

      They start conversing on some things I can't recall too well, but most of the topics talked about were obviously about the upcoming exam, and the talking about the bomb threat that actually happened in this University last week Friday.

      Then the girl that's sitting to the right of her asks her,

      "How do you study?"

      She responds with,

      "Well, I-------"

      I cut off my audio focus because I probably decided that the conversation was going to be boring, even though I should've listened to what she would say, since after all, in a practical sense, her portrayal is an aspect of myself that I should be thoughtful of hearing.

      They get up, and I start absorbing more of the girl's facial structure and body composition. She's relatively skinny, especially since she's probably around my age, has dark brown hair. Even though I couldn't recall her exact visage, the contours show that she has a vibrant and sort of plump, soft facial structure.

      I eventually get out of the lecture room, and find myself in a hallway that mostly consists of white and gray intertwined, with a hint of black here and there. The flooring is mostly white, formatted like a tile flooring, the tile gaps aren't as big as what one would usually see. They're more compact, and the borders of each tile piece if distinguished by a very thin black line making a square.

      I see my professor out in the hall way, probably going through his "mail" or area to get plans for the next lectures or something. Then I have some memory that comes in that involves a Mosaic Learning Style.

      After that, I can't really recall much unfortunately.

      Telling Mommy How To Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)


      So yeah, I tell how to lucid dream. I don't need to go into details, we all know how telling how to lucid dream ends up, especially when you don't become lucid from it.

      But to be sort of specific, I was telling her how to do a WBTB+WILD, even though I'm in no position to lecture her on it when I fail it the majority of the time.

      Funny dream though.

      Updated 10-25-2012 at 05:12 PM by 47756

      non-lucid , memorable , lucid
    11. Disturbing Board Meeting, Runescape Clans, Young and the Restless Stabbings (SDE Pt. Day: 18)

      by , 10-23-2012 at 06:07 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      This was yesterday's nap on the 22nd

      Disturbing Board Meeting (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside a vehicle sitting on the left back seat with my father in the driver's seat on the left. I had to do some fancy maneuvering to get out of the door. I had to twist my body in a very weird way, but I managed to get out.

      It seems I'm going into a large Board Meeting of some sort, and it's kind of like an auditorium you would see in a High School. The flooring is consists of carpet, and it's purple all over. I'm assuming the seats are all a very dark color of turquoise, or just Black. I go down, sit at a random chair, and after a while, the Q&A finally commences.

      There's one guy standing on the center of the stage. He's wearing a red shirt, black shorts, black sneakers, is Caucasian, and has dirty blonde to brown hair. He seems to be the one taking in the questions, and there's a few people that give him some questions that really gets him thinking. Even when he responds, they basically show him how much the University they're in is based on some kind of derivative of my University's funding.

      To make it easier to explain, basically Texas A&M University at College Station promotes some kind of propery management for Texas Tech University, at least that's how it looked like from the dream. The guy tries to avoid the question at times, and even tries to restate what has been refuted, especially he mentions the property management thing again.

      After a while, the meeting in the auditorium comes to an end, the guy on the stage looks like shit after the questions being slashed at him back and forth. I recall there being some kind of resentment for Texas Tech University students on Texas A&M University overall, but i've distracted myself for so long that I can't recall the details. All I know is the property management was stated a lot.

      As I'm going through the row of seats, I noticed there were pens on the floor, and they looked pretty random to me. Not many people were around at this point, so I decided to pick one pen up, and then looked at the others scattered on the left side of the Auditorium as I was trying to leave(right side if you were coming). I realized that these pens look familiar, they looked like the ones in waking life.

      One that I remember specifically is the blue ink pen with the gray cap, Black color base, and had a fine tip. I tried writing something random on my hand, but the ink is clearly on the verge of running out completely. I picked up another pen, this time, it had the Transparent dark gray base where you could see how much black ink was still contained, a black bottom base for the ink point to stick out, and a cap that can be pressed in and out.

      I looked up after picking up a few pens, and found that they were contained in a very small vase, or pot. The pot is kind of hard to recall, but I'd say it was a light faded teal color, or something along those lines, and that it was tipped over. It looked familiar as well, like one of the objects in waking life where I put in a lot of pens and pencils that were probably useless.

      I noticed some people in waking life were there as well. There was a lady who looked like Gem. She was wearing a Black and brown tank top or something with a black jacket over it, along with black dress pants as well. She's bending down, at least that's what the image of her keeps showing up in my head as I'm recalling this. After a while, everyone leaves, but I decided to stay near the entrance to the auditorium.

      Suddenly, the seat capacity gets over-filled, and all of them seem to be the Band and Choir of the University. I saw one distinct person that was the counterpart of someone in waking life. He lookd a lot like a guy named Robert S., except he looks a lot younger in this dream. He had the hairstyle where most of his eyes would be covered.

      Anyway, his face looks cheekier, and then I get bored of this event that happened right after that large meeting. I go outside, and see my father inside the driver's seat. The door to the back seat is vacant, and in order to get in, my father tells me that I have to go inside the front, and then slide my body on a small slope to get inside. It was weird, it's like he disappeared, and a light green slope going downwards appears.

      After that weird entrance to the vehicle I can't remember what happened next.


      Runescape Clans (Non-lucid)


      I was talking to someone about the clans I've been part of in Runescape. I talked about the recent one before I quit, then one before that, and then one more before that one. The last one involved me doing some Corporeal Beast killing, though I doubt I did that with the last one, or any of them for that matter.

      That's because I always had to go to sub-clans meant for everyone with the right stats to join temporarily if they wanted to do Corporeal Beast killing.

      Boring stuff indeed.


      The Young and the Restless Weird Killing (Non-lucid)


      Sharon from the Young and the Restless is posing as Adam Newman. She goes up to some woman that I can't even get a facial recognition of, and she starts stabbing and slicing her with a knife.

      All that shows up are cuts, and the other one is doing the same to Sharon I believe. There's several cuts on the two females stomachs, and chest region, it them not showing any kind of pain is frankly disturbing.
    12. What did I do? (SDE Day 25)

      by , 09-08-2012 at 02:23 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      What did I do? (Non-lucid)


      I'm walking outside a replica of the section near the Blocker building in College Station, and I'm walking down the sidewalk to eventually turn left to get to the building. However, I think I needed to go somewhere else to the right instead, that's all I remember.

      LOL, note to self:

      - Set an alarm time to wake me up in the middle of the night for a better chance at dream recall instead of sleeping through all the way.


    13. College Appointment

      by , 08-05-2012 at 07:08 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      College Appointment (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside of a room, and it seems to be a hotel, and not my apartment. It seems my mother and father are both in here as well...looool.

      Anyway, while I'm looking through some random papers, I think it somehow reminds me of the appointment that I can set up to switch my classes before the year starts. I think I'm going inside of a room to change or something, and my father passes by, and I tell him that I have to go somewhere to find what classes I need to change.

      I thought he would say something negative, but it seems he keeps clear and just nods. I think my mother gets worried about the funding that I'll be getting for college. I get annoyed by this quickly, and I find some small random video clip that should convince her to ease her paranoia.

      The same clip involved Elie from Rave Master, and then some random female voice declaring that college funding isn't really all that bad or something like that. I tell my mother to listen to that video clip when she can, and she leaves.

      I noticed the carpet is red, and there are two beds as well, and the walls are white as well.

      This is the part below I'm confused on whether or not it belongs in this dream plot.

      It automatically changes to night time, and I'm riding my bicycle along the bicycle lane slowly. I reach an intersection, and look left and right for any cars coming, but it's clearly obvious that this place is empty of traffic.

      Even the traffic lights have shut off, but I still make sure to check. There's a few randomly generated DCs walking on the sidewalks as well, and for some I had a weird hunch would look similar to people in waking life if I paid attention to their presence.

      I turn to the left, and keep riding until I get on the street that will lead me to the Sbisa building. The dream setting suddenly gets brighter. I go into a random building, and it's a long stairway going up. I go up a few levels, and then see a girl with black hair. She's wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, she's petite, and is Hispanic.

      She looks a lot like a girl named Olivia that rode the same buses I did in Middle School and even in High School. She's chasing boys, literally, but I don't know what factors she's using to do so in the first place. I feel bad for her in a way, and I quickly went up to her, put my hand slowly on her shoulder and declared that she shouldn't put herself in a position like this.

      I know I felt bad for her, but I don't think my words matched to the situation, but either way, I smiled at her, even though she didn't look at me, and I walked away.

      After that, I can't remember anything.

      Updated 08-05-2012 at 07:36 PM by 47756

    14. Kicked in the Chest, Bike Riding, Horse Riding and Torso Healing, Tennis Courts and Indoor Garden

      by , 07-21-2012 at 11:05 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Kicked in the Chest (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside of a house, and there's a beautiful dark skinned woman. She's wearing an orange shirt long sports pants, but they are so baggy, she most likely was wearing them to hide her actual curves. I was trying to be nice to her, but when I got closer to her, her face turns from normal to pissed off within a matter of seconds.

      I believe she kicks me in the chest and mouths me off, and I'm just resting there on the floor wondering what I did wrong. The dream resets, and I see her again, and it takes a few resets in order for her to calm down.

      When I meet her one more time, I told her quickly that I wasn't going to do anything sexual to her at all. She looks at me carefully, but she finally turns around and doesn't consider trying to hurt me again.

      She was so beautiful though that it was very hard trying to refrain from being sexual around her. It's like she had a strong sexual aura all over, and it started to become torture for myself if I continued to be around this beautiful and sexy woman.

      Ugh.....first time I've seen a woman in my dreams pissed off at me and assaults me, and I slightly feel the pain from it as well....

      Why do you have to be mean to little old me? T___T

      Bike Riding (Non-lucid)


      It's hard to know which dream came first, but a gut feeling tells me the bike riding came first.

      I'm riding my bicycle at a section of my University, and maybe 15 feet away from me to my left is a section to lock your bicycle at the bicycle rack. It seemed it already rained, because as I'm riding near the curb before reaching the bicycle rack, small streams of water start bursting out, and the surface was wet all over.

      I kept my left foot on the left pedal, and stood up really quick to shift the right side of my body to the left side of the bike. Then I decided to bend down, while still having my whole body on the left side of the bicycle, and then pressed the handbrakes as much as I can.

      I finally get off the bicycle, and I think someone tries to talk to me by first saying, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!"

      But I ignored them for some reason.
      Horse Riding and Torso Healing? (Non-lucid)


      My torso feels weird in this dream, it's as if I'm going through stages of getting it healed and stable if that makes any sense?

      There's a flash black background with words in yellow font with a red outline I believe that shows how close I am in getting my dream torso region stabilized. I'm also riding a majestic white horse, and it takes a while for me to get used to riding this thing, but I start feeling connected with this horse for some reason.

      I decided to put my faith into it that it will carry me where I needed to go, even though I don't know where I'll be going. There was a small rope like material that I would tug a little bit if I wanted it to speed up a little.

      I did this a few times, but the horse did not make any changes in its speed, so I tugged it even harder, and it finally complied with my action. I think I rub the horse gently to show that I'm glad that it followed my request for it to go faster.

      I can hear the sounds of it beating the ground while I'm resting my head on its warm neck. After a while, the horse stops, and I get off, and someone asks me if my torso was alright.

      I said "Yes," and even told them that it was completely healed. They were surprised, but they responded that this was good.


      I don't remember how this person looked like who asked me the question.
      Tennis Courts and Indoor Garden? (Non-lucid)


      I believe I'm with someone, though I'm not sure who they are until later on, and even then, it was hard making a decent glance at them. The person I'm following is already way ahead of me, and I realize that I'm between two tennis courts.

      To my right is two men playing, both Hispanic, and both wearing black clothing, or at least some type of dark clothing. It's dark outside, but there's decent lighting inside this weird Indoor Garden/Tennis Courts hybrid infrastructure.

      The light sources are at the top corners of the building, like the corners of a square.

      As for the guys' skills, they looked like they just play Tennis for fun. One of them literally pushes the ball when serving, or tries to randomly smash it down hard, only to put the ball off in a tangent away the service box.

      They both turned around to realize that the tennis balls were outside, and they asked me if I could help they get it. I saw one tennis ball was still inside, and pointed to them to pick that up. They said thanks, and I just ignore helping them get the other one.

      There was someone on the left tennis court who could help them, and it looked like their tennis buddy who was picking up the tennis balls for them while they're playing.

      When I get closer to the person I'm following, I believe it's my mother. The material that supports the composition of the building is very weird. It's made of a very thin plastic, like when you buy those water bottle packs and try to pierce a hole with your thumb.

      (That's actually a bad idea because I recently tried that and I made some weird movement with my thumb and it hurt a lot. :c )

      I use my fingernails to pierce the plastic material of the building in order to climb up a little to get some plant or vegetable hanging on top of some small surface. My mother suggested that we go outside to make sure I'm climbing on the right section.

      I go down to surface again, go outside, and it looks like I can just jump up or something to get whatever vegetable that I needed.

      I don't know why I needed to get the vegetable in the first place.....
    15. Alyzarin Grinds Me?, Giochemistry, Running on Track Field

      by , 07-15-2012 at 02:22 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Alyzarin Grinds Me? (Non-lucid)


      Alyzarin told me that she grinded me before, and when she told me that, I see what seems to be myelf in first person perspective.

      Alyzarin looked like an anime girl, I believe she had light violet hair, green/white panties that were pulled down near her thighs, and she's getting ready to grind my penis.

      But again, the dream doesn't go all the way, it only shows me some anime girl near my penis, and I'm not even sure if this is my penis anymore.
      Giochemistry (Non-lucid)


      Ha ha ha, way for my mind to TROLL on me. This dream had to happen because I'm worried that I won't be able to get the right courses in for my major. Either my mind is telling me that changing my class to fit my Biochemistry degree is no problem at all when I have to set up an appointment with my adviser, or maybe it's just trolling me.

      I'm inside the house with my father, it seems that it's early morning, because the silk curtains covering the blinds aren't emitting the bright and natural lighting from outside. There are a lot of clothes stacked on the couch and sofas in the living room, though I didn't pay much attention to this.

      I told my father that I'm ready to go
      (to go for for what?). He asks me if I'm sure,


      Then something came into mind right after I sai that, I had an image of some screen or paper saying that I need to finish one of the few steps before I can register for classes or something. Apparently, all I had to do was giving my home address, probably just the apartment address that I'll be residing this year, and then the system is going to give me options to choose some classes to switch, without setting up an appointment.

      The options were:

      (Lmao, what the hell is that? What's funny is that G is diagonal to "B" on a QWERTY keyboard.....this feels like a mind TROLL

      Something medicine, one Genetics course, and something else I can't remember. The Giochemistry that I thought was supposed to be Biochemistry is what caught my attention the most.

      I quickly collect my thoughts back again, and I quickly asked my father what's the maximum or latest time he can reach there.
      Damn it, reach WHERE?

      He declared something, but I forget what it was, guess it wasn't really that important. I go back to spacing out by lookng at the screen coming into mind again, and I have to finish this application until 7 something (I don't know if it's PM or AM though, even if the dream setting looked like it was in early morning.

      I think I look at my laptop
      (THERE WE GO, I'm looking at a laptop now instead of seeing things like I'm crazy) for the time, and it's 6:52 something....

      I have a little "mini-heart attack", and then I quickly calmed down because it would just make it worse with a worried mind. Then for some reason, something in my mind tells me that I forgot to set my timer an hour back.

      What's funny is that the moment I typed that in the dream journal system made by Banhurt, I realized my actual laptop in waking life is set 1 hour after Texas' Central time.....LOL....guess mind isn't trolling on me, I just had to pay attention........yay me for actually making use of the dream!!!!!

      Now that I realized this, it's only 5:52 something, so this makes things WAY easier. I believe the dream skips a bit, since entering a few addresses wasn't that hard. But before the dream does that, I remember the section for the addresses involving two planes.

      Not airplanes, planes like Astral planes, you know, dimensions and all that totality of infinties....hmm...

      I can't remember the two new planes shown to me, and maybe I'm confusing this with "lanes," but still, something tells me these are some kind of dimensional planes I could access in a dream.

      By this time, I ignore my father, not worrying if he's waiting for me to get ready. I think I finally switched two classes, and everything is okay.

      At least in the dreaming world....not waking life....I hope I can drop and add classes like that so quickly.
      Running on Track Field (Non-lucid)


      The dream setting is set to early morning, no surprise there with homologous variation and all that. (Stephen Berlin's usage of that word in his Youtube videos is starting to become addicting to use now =P).

      There's a small boy, and he looks like a elementary/middle school friend I had in waking life. Let's call him Clearance, since I doubt he'll even remember me, or even know about Dream Views. Clearance is wearing one of those sports powerhouses shirts, the ones that are so tight to make you look fit, when it's just there to be some kind of stripper clothes accessory for males. xD

      The outfit is red, and he's wearing black and tight long sports pants, I don't even try to look there, just too disturbing. He's jogging a little, adn then he stops a little to walk. The track field is red-orange, with the white marks as lanes.

      I think I tell him I can run at a certain pace, and I believe it was either 240+ kmph or 240+ mph. I think Clearance starts running to see if what I'm saying is true. He runs a little faster, and I have trouble catching up to him.

      I'm almost catching up to him, but I forget what happens next.

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