Linkzelda's Dream Journal

Self-hypnosis works again, and these were dreams a few days ago.

29.04.2013

My Neighbor Has No Manners (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, and the dream scene is so realistic that I assume that it was reality. I didn't want to question anything, I just knew I had to be dreaming either way. It was fairly obvious, the setting was different, it was bright as day outside, and it was a little windy as well.

I'm only wearing my tighty whities just like in waking life now, and I feel perfectly normal. The dream is fairly linear, and I proceed to get out of my bedroom and starting to walk through the small hall in my dream apartment. It was about the same width as the actual one, I noticed some furniture and such were oddly placed, but I didn't care too much about them.

What bothered me is that I noticed something weird about the window in front of me. I noticed that there was someone outside, and they're bracing against the wall near my apartment outside as well. I come a bit closer to to see who it was, and it was this odd-looking fellow. I raise up the red curtains, which were definitely not related to the blue curtains I have in my actual apartment, and I noticed that the window is opened.

To my surprise, as I'm slowly raising up the curtain, the odd-looking neighbor said, "Thanks." I realized he was reading a book, and I saw he glanced up at me quickly and immediately turned his head to go back to reading. I didn't know how to recieve this kind of response, since it was obvious that no one should be bracing against the interior of my apartment, and because of this conflict of reasoning on what to do next, I decided to continue to trying to get the curtains up in a position.

For some reason, I believe my conflicted reasoning also wanted me to move the curtains so the neighbor could brace properly outside and be able to rest his left arm on the opened window. The window was a bit longer than usual, and in order to open it, there was the generic lock that you had to twist outward into your direction to open up, and I believe this isn't the case for my actual apartment.

The thought on whether or not he potentially stole items in my apartment didn't come to me whatsoever, since he had a calm and relaxing demeanor throughout most of this dream. I have an awkward time moving the curtains and trying not to get them to touch my presumed neighbor again. I would lift them in the general direction from down and straight up, then I would go from down to diagonally placing it to the left and other angles as well.

I realized I needed some kind of pin or object in order to keep the curtain in place. The neighbor had to move his arm frequently each time I put the curtain down, and I still didn't know what I was going to say to him, since he has yet to make any kind of concerning behavior and/or action. I quickly look around this limited area in my apartment, and I noticed there's a pink-clip that was somehow a pin as well.

I don't know how the logic with that worked, but I picked up, and I slowly inserted it inside a part of the curtain. I didn't question that a clip suddenly served as a pin, and I finally managed to get a huge chunk of the part of the curtain that I folded up so it would make a curve like this " J ".

Then I realized I needed an actual pin to keep things in place, however, with dream logic, that wasn't needed since the vanilla colored walls and the weird looking object I used as a clamp suddenly was able to stick together. After this fiasco, I start shifting my thoughts back to this neighbor randomly bracing against the inside of my apartment.

His visage looks awfully familiar to one of my actual neighbors, except he doesn't have as long of a hair than him. It's more of a bow-shaped head with out of wack curls on the ends. He's wearing glasses, thin framed, and his face is partially filled with acne, and he has the "Pedro" stereotypical mustache on him as well.

It seems he was half-naked with just dark brown jean shorts, and he immediately enters my apartment. While I'm busy preparing for a "Wtf do you think you're doing" on this guy, suddenly my kitchen is closer to the both of us. He turns his back on me, and goes opens the fridge to see what's inside. I noticed that there were mostly transparent bowls with food inside with red tops concealing them as well.

The light inside of the fridge was the generic yellow bulb light, and then I immediately close it, slowly warning this guy that he's not suppose to be in this apartment. Then he takes a spit on the floor, and I'm wondering what the fucking hell is wrong with this dipshit, and that's when I started to break.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

He looks at me weirdly, slightly affected with a tinge of fear, and decides to do one more random action of trying to get something on top of the fridge or whatever the hell it was, couldn't remember to great detail. He wanted to take the dime that was placed on top, and I grabbed his wrist and gave him a "NO" facial expression. I take the dime away from him, and I directed him to get out through the window, and I believe I stated,

"AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!"

or something to that nature without trying to use curse words. He apparently lived to the right of me, which was kind of awkward, since now I know he's bloody one door to the right of me, and it only makes me worried what he would do next time. I started to question how he got the window to be opened in the first place, since I don't even open my window in my actual apartment in real life simply because it's awkward to have it opened and let people see what I'm doing.

After that petty drama was over, I decided to clean up the area where he spat. I get some paper towels, and I maneuver them in a circular motion and then threw it into the trash can that didn't have a lid on it. It seems that I had the intention to move my stuff in a U-Haul truck, seeing as I had some small furniture and bags I felt that were mine outside of my apartment. I made sure that I kept a good awareness of my environments, and also an eye in case that neighbor wants to randomly come into my apartment again.

I didn't pay attention anything beyond the U-Haul truck in my apartment, but with peripheral vision, I could tell my subconscious did a fair job to make it seem like it was a replication of waking life's setting. I had some random brown bag that seems to resemble the one that a Pan-Asia Restaurant I go to from time to time uses for To-Go orders.

I noticed this was like a mini-trash bag, seeing how there were paper plates that had random residues of food, and there was also a concerning amount of wasted rice in this bag as well. After realizing it was just another way to trash some things, I noticed something very shiny inside, and it ended up being my Zune HD. At first, I didn't want to believe I would trash it, but then I turn back again and picked it up and it seems I really did.

I had to wipe off the food sauce and residue from it, and then I slowly walked back to my apartment while examining the Zune HD to make sure that it was working. I ended up not paying attention to it and just put it somewhere in invisible land, because I sure don't remember not having it anywhere near my tighty whities. For the rest of the dream, I continued to beleive that this was slightly realistic, the whole event with the neighbor and such, and I felt that I had to post this on Dream Views because that guy was in a really odd position.

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29.04.2013

I Killed One Million People (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of those dreams where you shouldn't have been lucid in any moment whatsoever. It was so awkward, it's like I was suddenly a mass murder terrorist, and I can't believe how I had this tinge of fear rather than a full-blown anxiety trip. It was also one of those dreams where if I didn't know I was dreaming, I would be really stupid.


So I'm hiding inside some random room in a building, and I have a device that allows me to hear the conversations of soldiers trying to find me.

"He's in in the....*so and so and so*"

I only have a silver gun on my right hand I believe, and I'm really wondering what's going on here.

"He's killed a million lives..." or something like that.

I started getting scared on what I could possibly do that could kill that many people, and I started to feel that this was a reality, and that I really fucked up this time. I rub my head a bit and....


I decided to open the door slightly to see if there's any soldiers around. I go about running randomly, always keeping an increased awareness of my surroundings, and twitching at any sign of movement or any kind of shadows that would show up. The environment I'm in is hard to describe what kind of building it was.

The carpet was red, and there ways a vanilla tile floor maybe 30 feet away from me, and the overall lighting atmosphere was a milky yellow. The walls were hard to distinguish, most likely a range of brown and orange-red colors, fairly flat colors, nothing too abstract. Feelings started to rush inside me as I hear the foot steps of soldiers coming in.


They're finally here, and they aim their machine guns at me, but then things start getting weird. Time slows time a bit, and I start shooting all of them in the head, dropping like flies.

Then there's this annoying old man trying to shoot me, kind of like the type of AI you expect from a video game when you're playing on "Easy Mode," and you're ducking for cover, but the enemy comes out at random times, so you can't even get a proper aim at them. He couldn't shoot me, and I couldn't shoot him, so I decided to just dash and go somewhere else.

I can't remember much after that, and I prefer not to, since I doubt there was a happy ending.

06.12.2012

There's Your Reason.... (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My father buys this new fancy silver car, and I get to go out for a test drive on it. The setting is late at night, and I go inside of the vehicle to start it, but it's moving on it's own.

Aw crap.

I try to stabilize the vehicle, and I realize it's already over the bump and on the grass instead of the road. I couldn't do anything about it, because it somehow magically bumps to the side.

I get out to look at the vehicle for any kind of damage, seems like everything is okay. My father comes out of nowhere to check the vehicle, and it looks at the front, and I look at the front.

For a few seconds, I look at this girl in front of me wearing a blue shirt, dark blue jeans, and she looks a lot like Christina from my college. She looks at me for a while, and then looks down.

I don't know where she's looking at though, probably the car next to me, but during that time, I didn't know where the car was because I was surprised she appeared.

While he has his back facing me with his knees on the ground to check the front of the vehicle, I look at the bottom of the front again, and there's some pretty bad damage done to it.

I notice this before my father does, and when he's cognizant of it, he gets up and asks for a reason why this happened.

I was stuttering because I was in a mental conflict on deciding whether or not I should tell him that the vehicle moved by itself (which it did), or just shrug and say I don't know and take whatever verbal nonsense hes going to spew out ot me.

He keeps pestering me on what happened, and his tone gets even more serious.

My words get even shorter, I can't even think properly, saturated with fear and being forced to make a decision with him........

My voice gets deeper and even more serious, and I just give him a piece of my own mind and essentially told him to just go screw himself.

I walk out of there without looking back.

Sucks when you try to tell the truth to your father in your dreams, and yet that same truth is obviously going to considered a lie.

That's dream logic for you......

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06.12.2012

Light Green Corset and Boobies (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember a pair of breasts half covered with a light green corset, and it's an actual female in front of me too.

Go dream mind!

Anyway, even though I didn't see the lady's face, or couldn't recall seeing her face, I think she wore a white lab coat over the corset, but she made sure the corset was the eye-candy here for me. She's really close to me.

While I'm sitting there in first person perspective feeling awkward but ready to do almost anything once I break free from that, the lady breaks the awkward moment and tells me,

"These never break...."

I think she's groping her breasts, or maybe I am? I can't remember, but whatever actually happened, it was probably her breasts that she was talking about, and not the corset she's wearing.

This really sucks you know, boobies right in front of me.

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06.12.2012

Sniper Mission (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm on a huge cliff, a very huge cliff side. The overall setting of the landscape is green, almost felt like a jungle that had an waterfall cave if I jumped off the starting point.

But doing that would probably get me killed, and I don't mean the gravity, I meant the several soldiers that had the light faded swamp-ish camouflage outfits with automatic weapons.

The sky is blue, barely any clouds, nice day isn't it?

Nice day to assassinate someone Link.

I don't know how the hell I accepted this task, and I know this isn't something I would do just for fun and a thrill, I don't really like those kinds of risky situations where I only have a sniper rifle while at least 10-20 soldiers have automatic weapons.

My mission was simple, hide behind some natural greenery on top of a cliff, and then shoot the soldier who is currently putting someone on a choke hold that looks completely innocent.

Then again, with 10-20 soldiers, I don't think they would form together if it was just your average joe. I waste no time stalling, I take aim with the sniper, and try to take things slowly and not rush.

I take a shot, and I miss. Hm.......

No one is out to shoot me as yet? Guess this sniper rifle must be silenced! Sweet!

This tempts me to be a little more sporadic, bad move....

I shoot two more times and miss....then things get a little hectic. One or more of the soldiers saw the rebound on the ground where the bullet hit, and they all start looking around to see where it came from.

I can't remember what I did next to get myself out of that situation, but the dream resets itself to where I'm back on top of the cliff again.

Oh, and about the cliff, it had a semi-circular walkway, so that means that if I shoot in one spot, I can go at some other arch and take a shot. But of course, that isn't really enough to promote more failures though, but it was better than nothing.

Instead of going back to the same plan of just shooting the same soldier holding someone in a choke hold, or whatever they're doing, I take a moment to stop and stand up for a while.

All of the soldiers are looking in one direction, all of them have their backs facing me, so this means that the area I'm in, it must be a dead-end, so it makes sense that the soldiers would take for granted of not adding extra security around this mini semi-circular cliff.

Oh well, better opportunity for me to abuse that advantage of mine.

I think for a little while, and decided that since I have to kill one person, shouldn't I just kill everyone else so they won't be a distraction in case I miss a few shots again?

All soldiers are 10-30 (give or take) feet away from the guy holding the hostage or whoever it was, so this gives me more than enough time to do several actions at once.

I get some grenades, and since the soldiers are split into three groups, I quickly throw one grenade for each section that's split off.

Then I run like a little bitch for cover.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOM EXPLOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSION.

I expected some gunfire as a form of retaliation, but I pretty much killed off the all the men except one.

I quickly duck and grab my sniper rifle to aim at the guy, but even when I'm shooting, I'm still missing!

What is going on?!?!?! I keep shooting, and by this point, I think the weapon I had was some kind of modded sniper rifle that was automatic, or at least had less recoil and delay time to where it felt semi-automatic.

The guy isn't going down, something is wrong here. I throw grenades to kill off all of the men supporting him in case things go wrong, and I can't snipe properly?

The guy doesn't know where I am, but he's really starting to get pissed at me. He slowly walks up, and I'm a little shocked that he's coming in to give me a better shot at him, but no time to stop and stare, I move a little to the right of the semi-circular cliff, almost to the end.

I aim the sniper rifle at him again, this time, while his back is facing me. This doesn't feel right, to shoot someone at the back of their head, but whatever, he's going to kill me if I don't do something.

I swear I had good aim with this sniper rifle, and I even tried putting my aiming sights a good 3-4 inches on the area he's most likely to walk towards to and shoot 1-2 seconds before he gets there as well.

THAT DOESN'T WORK EITHER.

I can't remember anything else, other than a dream shift to another dream that gave me a few lulz0rs now that I think about it....

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06.12.2012

Call of Duty: World At War Dome Map Ownage (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at the Dome map in the COD:WAW, though most of the dream had the Wii graphics, which means the enemy soldiers would have some parts of their face faded out....in other words, horrible graphics.

Anyway, it had that multiplayer-esque kind of feeling to it. I start out in the match by throwing grenades at possible area that people might be in to get a few quick kills from the start. Then I realize the other side is doing the same thing.

Why do I know that? Because there's a flash grenade the lands RIGHT next to my right foot.

Crap. RUN!!!

I manage to shift my field of vision away from the flash, but I still have a slightly diluted pitched hearing for a few seconds, and in front of me, a cloud of smoke appeared already. I knew that some people were behind that to use for cover.

Instead of staying in one spot trying to shoot at the smoke, which would give the other side the opportunity to spray and pray and somehow hit me, I go into the smoke and take out a knife and stab everyone in it. These people are complete noobs, but better than me being dead I guess.

Then I go down the stairs, and I go behind that little statue where the little gaps for surprise attacks will be. I see two or three more noobs all stacked together of easy kills, with their backs facing me.

Wow, is it just me, or have people in these set of dreams I've had have their backs facing me? Meh, not going to interpret that, because interpretation is too subjective.

I stab all of them for easy kills, and I practically go bat shit crazy with the cockiness, feeling like no one in this team is going to be able to kill me. Then I see a fast movement on the right side of my peripheral vision, and I quickly get serious and turn around.

Seems there's one enemy that is using common sense in multiplayer shooting match. I think I did a side flip (you can't even do that in the game lmao, what the hell, I'm a hax0rs) to dodge his gunshots, and I think I shoot him.

I can't remember much after that, but there's one more dream shift that takes another 180 in terms of making sense.

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06.12.2012

Your Heart Rate = How you do #2???? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was so stupid at the end.

Anyway, I think I'm just spectating on what's happening, though I've had moments where I felt I was in the experience. There's a guy who's facing two men, both of them are black, and really good with weapons.

The guy is having a hard time dodging most of their shots, because when they run out of weapons, they immediately switch to another weapon, and the guy who is trying to avoid and shoot them only has hand guns on him.

There's room that if you go into it, there's going to be a lot of close quarters firing, so one little mistake could be the end of your life. The guy with only hand guns, who is Caucasian I believe, goes inside of the room.

The black guy runs out of ammo from his hand gun I believe, which lets the white guy have some time to calm down before the next move is played. But NOPE, the black guy gets a shotgun out, the more modern ones, not the stereotypical red-neck shotguns.

The Caucasian male literally screams in disappointed, "AWWW SHIT!!!"

The black guy shoots, but misses, and the Caucasian male dashes like hell because the other guy has to reload between every shot I believe.

Then the dream has a weird twist to it. The Caucasian male goes up to the black guy and does that "WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT" gesture with his arms, and the black guy puts down his weapon to see what's up.

The Caucasian male shows the black guy a sheet protected with some plastic (forgot what you call those things, something protectors?).

And on the sheet were different numbers of heart rates. The font was black, and the columns that lined up those numbers had a red background behind them with a black border on each rectangle containing the numbers.

The Caucasian male says something about not getting his heart rate up because it affects how he takes a shit?

Um.....okay........................

That's all I remember, and thank god that's all I remember for that one.

And what did I learn from that dream? Absoluteeellllllllllllllly NOTHING.

Wow, my recall is getting a little decent now.