Linkzelda's Dream Journal

30.03.2014

Persuading a God while He Tries to Kill Me, Balloon Giraffe, Green Squares of Death (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of an educational facility, and apparently, there’s a news station crew that broadcast that it’s dangerous to try and enter a certain room because criminals are inside of it. I had the intention of going into the office way before this announcement, but now, whatever plans I had were delayed.

The “criminals” come out, and there’s an outbreak. People are screaming, panicking, and running for their lives. I can’t really see the criminals that well, because everything felt like a rushed blur, but the dream shifts to where I eventually get outside.

There’s a balloon giraffe that’s probably 300-500 in the air, and as for the actual height, at least 50 feet or so.

It apparently has the ability to summon large light green squares, and can mentally break them apart into smaller cubes, and they’re all being directed to me. This ends up being a dream where I just run for my life, trying to use whatever I can in the environment while gradually developing an escape plan, other than to wake up.

I can feel my back tingling constantly in this dream, and even though it gets annoying, along with the head pressures, it helps a lot with avoiding the green cubes. I already know I’m at a major disadvantage since the floating giraffe can move about anywhere, and can get a quick aerial view of where I could be at. I couldn’t cover large distances, so my general tactic was to hide in buildings while peeking to see if the giraffe is off looking at me in the other direction.

But it seems that as long as the giraffe can locate me, the green squares’ composition can be manipulated to fit into the tightest corners, and then swoop in to try and inflict damage to me. Speaking for damage, I’m pretty sure I was attacked several times, but I didn’t really feel any pain.

The adrenaline, and other surging tendencies prevented me from noticing this. Maybe I knew it wouldn’t be something as dangerous, but it’s hard to know if I would be aware of that in the circumstance I was in. The giraffe’s composition was nagging, and this made me realize why this giraffe may exist within the dream.

I felt as if I was having to deal with a projection of how I conceptualized someone’s over-inflated ego. And because the visage of the giraffe was stationary, correlating its attacks at me, while it portrays no emotion whatsoever, since it’s a balloon, makes things pretty intimidating.

I speculated on whether or not the same individual I engaged in discussion with in waking life was either a Sociopath to remain calm, and yet still be so aggressive at the same time without even knowing that they’re being so in the first place. Building after building, and crashing into so many random items and resources, I finally get some breathing time.

I took that time to speculate why I haven’t woken up as yet, especially when all the rushed surging of adrenaline was so overwhelming. I guess what helped sustained me within this dream was that I was fluctuating between going into a dream body, and then just viewing what was happening if things were too overwhelming. It’s hard to describe, it’s almost as if I wanted to see how this dream would turn out, despite of its nonsensical nature.

After a while, it seems the giraffe isn’t going to win this hunt, so it decides to turn into what seems to be a godly entity. And I swear he looks exactly like the Advice God meme:

He has a built chest, and is wearing white robes that seem to move around like smoke. He continues to use the green squares, keeping his distance away from me. I continue to play this game of chase and run, realizing that he’s obviously not here to kill me, but rather to intimidate me, and wanting me to respond to his random queries.

But then again, I don’t think it would’ve been wise to stop someone that turns into a giraffe to hunt you down in the first place. I’m now in a building, and I reach the top floor, and it almost feels as if it’s some kind of public school in New York, or some kind of area where there’s mostly dull colored buildings.

The flooring consists of a checkered tiling with dark gold and dark brown, and there’s all sorts of papers and fliers. The entity starts creating winds to swoosh into the area, and now he’s augmented his size so much that I can see his whole eye extend probably up to 20 feet just from me looking at the window. He asks me at some point,

“Why don’t you believe?”

I get confused, trying to strip away the obvious reasons why he would ask me this. After this, I believe I woke up at some point. After going back to sleep, I’m now in a building, except it seems like a mix of a laboratory, and a disco dance floor, exceptt with white tile flooring and walls, and no disco ball. There’s an entity wearing a fancy suit, and had a body composition similar to what you would see in Team Fortress 2’s Spy (never played the game by the way).

Except his suit is black, and he just has an expression, despite wearing a mask, that makes me feel really bad for this guy. I don’t know what it is in particular, but something irks me about him.

I think I was going to declare generalizations on nihilism to him. But what would be the point of telling a spy that his objectives have no inherent meaning?

Get it? Get it? Geeeeeet it? Okay, enough cracking existential nihilism jokes.

After avoiding conversation with the guy, it seems I’m headed for an elevator nearby, and it’s really an open elevator where you can see some of the gears and metal bindings. OH, there was another dream shift before this I think where I'm Roxas, and I'm trying to run away from the giraffe, or the godly entity, can't remember who.

After that, I can’t remember what happens next.