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    1. I Think Its Jaw Moved...

      by , 12-20-2015 at 05:34 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      I Think Its Jaw Moved... (DILD)


      So, here I am in this jungle that also has a base thatís structured as if there were human inhabitants; Aztecs and what have you. Looking up at the sky, itís clear as day, and the atmosphere above is light sky blue with a few clouds that are close to dissipating. Thereís a myriad of things I ended up doing, but I canít seem to recall everything in a sequential order.

      Itís almost as if this area in the dream was a hub for other dreams to occur. Some things that came to mind were:

      - Using weaponry to kill off all sorts of monsters from skeletons, and other disfigured entities. An image popped up of a huge skeleton thatís wearing this maroon helmet with gold trimmings that are about 3 inches in width, and theyíre wielding a generic round shield, and sword. I even glimpsed a few moments of a floating gun turret akin to one in MGSV.

      - Iím sitting, or trying to sit on one of many chairs laid out at another section in this grandiose environment, and I get a random mťlange of entities flashing around me.

      - I eventually start flying for a little bit to land on top of the huge machinery to slay the creatures I mentioned in the first part of this list.

      Then, after all that, and then some, there was a resting period. I believe I was traveling with someone, but I couldnít make out their visage at all. I tried to pay attention to their voice, but for all I know, they could be mute, or too shy to respond. Iím walking down a rectangular pathway composed of stone brick tiling filled with Natureís wear and tear, and greenery. Thereís this milky, yellow tint emitting off of these bricks, but itís not emissive.

      I see a few yards ahead that thereís two pitchers with a red base, and a white top. One of them is opened up with all sorts of juices and sodas, and when I get closer to them, it looks like a lot of Fanta juices from red, orange, and yellow. The other one is closed, and it almost felt like opening Pandoraís box. I think maybe I was a little exhausted from the previous events, and the dream starts equivocating like crazy from this point.

      Firstly, the pitcher seemed to have either dissipated, or shifted into a dead, black, crab thatís fairly huge in size. The outer regions of this entity consisted of a light brown trimming, and it really looked like it was dried up in some areas of its body.

      Then, its composition becomes nuanced significantly, and it looks like it could be a skeleton for something else to take shape from it. And every time I glance at it, and glance over something else, the form starts accumulating into something else entirely, and eventually looks like an unconscious black panther.

      For some odd reason, I was predisposed into wanting to take my right hand to try and open its mouth; as if I was still in the process of opening that other pitcher thatís still nowhere to be found. I immediately start controlling myself, and retracted the hand movement with a subsequent jolt, and started to push it towards my body, and made this weird shivering body gesture for a few seconds.

      It was clearly a black panther, and I can see that the sunlight above contributes to some parts of the highlights being violet in some way. When I started to step back from it, I see its jaw moveÖ

      I immediately made a retort towards my unknown dreaming comrade, ďI think its jaw just movedÖĒ We both naturally seemed to have wanted to walk back slowly just in case it reacted to sudden, powerful movements like sayÖRUNNING.

      After we reached a certain distance, we just turned around, and made a run for it. But as weíre doing that, Iím somehow looking at myself in front of me, and then zooming into the unconscious panther. I see that its visage is starting to have more nuances, and its body starts moving upwards a bit, and then its face starts shaking like crazy as if itís becoming conscious again.

      The moment it woke up, and while itís busy processing what environment itís in, I felt as if my ability to run is slowly decreasing. Either through me zooming in too much to want to naturally slow down, or just the fear gradually building up, and slowly paralyzing me instead of getting that kick in adrenaline.

      I noticed that the section weíre at now is this short distanced, but grandiose brown bridge with some subtle hints of red bled onto it. Iím holding on one of the wooden railings, and its literally being utilized as a crutch for me to hopefully propel myself. I can feel myself struggling a bit to pick up some speed, and the view of the panther from afar only makes things worse.

      I told the dream entity at the time to just RUNÖ.RUNÖRUN!!! I noticed for a few seconds that entity was a female. Sheís wearing a black jacket, white shirt underneath thatís a bit longer than the jacket, or maybe there was some physics involved of the jacketís ends moving upwards as sheís running, and sheís wearing light, faded blue skinny jeans with some black boots. She has black hair, or at least thatís what I want to believe; she could be anyone at this point.

      As Iím trying to escape, the alarm from my phone starts ringing.
    2. Blonde Prince Photography Mission, Throwing Cotton at Lunchtime, Skeleton Chainsaw Wielding Entity

      by , 01-24-2014 at 11:54 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Blonde Prince Photography Mission (DILD)


      Iím assigned to take a photograph of a blonde prince, and his composition in general looked like he was derived from the Hunter x Hunter anime art style. Iím not at my objective as yet, and I have to proceed down a spiraling dark chamber.

      Thereís all sorts of random entities I end up having to shoot, and the area is too dark for me to really expound more into detail. Another major aspect is that Chief Daisuke from Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex appears with a gun.



      Eventually, I reach my destination and try to take a picture of the blonde prince, but it seems Chief is assigned to take care of that and shoot him if I took too long with my objective. I honestly didnít know what to do other than one task, so I just let him do his thing, and thatís pretty much it.


      Throwing Cotton At Lunch (DILD)


      Iím sitting in a cafeteria with random dream characters, and Iím throwing a few cotton balls at paper trays. I see a few familiar faces like Lyanne, and sheís giggling at what Iím doing I guess.

      Skeleton Chainsaw Wielding Entity (DILD)


      Iím inside an area that looks similar to Resident Evil 4ís castle region where you had to protect Ashley while she turns levers, and monks are coming after her.



      Thereís a swarm of Las Plagas enemies to the point where things get a bit overwhelming to handle them all. I only have a few flash grenades on me, at least thatís what I conceptually presumed I had without trying to do some mental scanning of other weapons.

      I figured that if I were to use one of the flash grenades, it would at least kill off those with the parasites that are literally growing out of their heads. So I take the initiative, but it doesnít seem to really kill them off. It only blinds them and has them delaying their movements for a few seconds while covering their eyes.

      I threw another flash grenade to augment my chances of escape by avoiding the enemy. However, an entity thatís made up of a cartoon skeleton figure comes in wielding a chainsaw. Heís wearing a deep V-neck black dress shirt that has dark gray vertical stripes along with a brown belt and gray buckle, and also basic black pants to cover up his skinny and bony legs.

      His chainsaw is probably about half his height, and heís not hesitant to flail it around like a madman, and comes at me with full force. I have to back up quickly, and looked back occasionally to make sure I wouldnít trip on something. After a while, things got hectic for me, and I decided to just mentally conjure up an inventory screen and switch to a Chicago Typewriter.



      The moment I wielded it, I pressed the trigger, and whatever happened, happened.