Linkzelda's Dream Journal

07.24.2012

Burnt Toast (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see my Uncle and older cousin again. They were talking about something, and throughout the whole dream, I smell slightly burnt toast.

(I didn't know what there was actually a burnt toast smell spreading around the house I'm at for vacation in Florida as yet).

My older cousin is cooking two pieces of bread, and he has another pan to the left that's heating up some butter that's already in the liquid phase (I'm assuming he took a block of butter in the fridge and let it simmer a bit until it melted).

The same pan he's melting the butter in, I believe it is tilted to the left, so that all the butter would be allocated in one spot, probably so he can poor the butter with ease, without having to worry too much on grease that might accumulate on the pan.

While he's waiting, I notice he looks kind of tired, or maybe he looks depressed. His facial composition is slightly droopy in all areas, and he doesn't look too happy that he has to put some toast on a skillet. My uncle then shows up finally to sit next to my older cousin.

My uncle queried my cousin about something related to the toast, but I couldn't remember.

The burnt toast smell gets stronger and stronger, and my eyes immediately open, and I really DO SMELL BURNT TOAST IN THE HOUSE.

I realize that I haven't been burned alive as yet, so I calmed down. I look at the timer I had for the alarm, and I woke up 25 minutes before it actually rings.


Hahahaha, interesting dream, thanks subconscious, for telling me there was burnt toast.

Maybe now I can float above shark infested waters, and doze off a bit, and trust that my mind is going to help me wake up and realize I should get the hell out of those waters....hahahahaha.

I feel like I'm laughing at myself sometimes.

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07.24.2012

Sonic and Knuckles? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember either Sonic or Knuckles carry the other while flying....without Tails being the one holding them up like in Sonic Heroes.

That was weird...

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07.24.2012

Train Station Security (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember going through some security after getting off a train stop. I take the time to make sure I'm going through the right place to get scanned, and I think I went to the wrong section.

The security man simply told me that I needed to go back, and I quickly complied with his order and wait there for a few seconds to pass through with no worries.

07.23.2012

Lolis are for Pros (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and it seems to be owned by my uncle. It definitely is not his home, but I just ignore querying him in the first place.

I believe while he's gone somewhere, I'm with his sons and the daughter, and we're getting ready to go somewhere by sorting through the bags with our clothes.

Something feels weird when I'm sorting through the clothes, and as I realize that these clothes obviously don't match what I wear in waking life, or at least the style of what I usually wear (which is usually generic compared to others anyway), the others catch up on this as well.

We finally come to the conclusion that I mixed up my clothes with one of my uncle's sons, the older one that is. I saw that one of the long sleeved sweaters had light gray, dark gray, and black stripes on it.

The older cousin is slightly annoyed that we mixed our clothes up together, but we eventually sort that problem out fairly quickly.

I forget all the minor details, but we eventually get ready to go to a mall to buy some things, I don't know what, but we're definitely headed to buy something. I had a hunch that it was something related to the phone that I already had in possession.

I remember my uncle declaring that it was something related to having Firefox on my phone, which could be a homologous variation from me looking at the Firefox homepage that suggests one should download the app for the Android phone....or not.

It wasn't a Blackberry phone though, it somewhat looked like an Android or Iphone. The mall we're inside has a blue carpet flooring to it, at least the walkway did before one goes to any of the outlets on the side.

Surprisingly, I was the one taking the lead when we were all walking, at least that's what I thought I was doing, since I was sure where we would go first. My uncle, aunt, and cousins declared my name, and I turned around to see what's up.

They informed me that we're going to the Video Game Outlet first, which makes me look up to see what was the name. It probably said "GameStop," and the font was either white on the first half, and red on the second half of the name, or vice versa.

I tried looking closely to it, but my vision was slightly skewed and blurry when I looked at that specific point of view. Eventually, my uncle guides me to the path to get some special feature app for my phone, which is probably an Android phone too.

There's a cute lady, I'd say in her mid-twenties. She has nice brunette hair, a little shine to it. She was wearing a fancy white shirt with a slight V-neck cut on the neck region of it I think, and she would a simple but smooth looking black skirt. I think she had black high heels as well, and she was sitting on a metal stool.

She has a stack of papers clipped together, and a black pen in her hands, and she has a wonderful smile as well, especially when I came closer to her. But it's probably just her being kind to everyone. She directs me on some things, and I just nod my head throughout the whole process.

I was paying attention to her visage, absolutely enticed by it. Her cheeks had a little glow to them, makeup probably enhanced that, and the way she looks down on the paper, her eyelashes were long and curved up.

Then there's a section of the paper where my uncle comes close to us, and he tells me I need to sign somewhere. I don't know why, but I started to get angry for some reason. I slammed my left hand very hard on the paper, and I told my uncle,

"I KNOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Maybe I wanted to look at the lady's visage more than be distracted, loool.

I realized the intensity of my scream, and especially towards my uncle, I was surprised at myself. I didn't look at my uncle for a few seconds, because my eyes were still wide open in shock from my sudden shift in aggressive demeanor.

My uncle didn't express any emotions of me being angry at him, in fact, he continued to point to me where to sign while being in a zen-like personality. The first words I wanted to declare to him were, "I'm Sorry," but something kept me from declaring them.

To me, it felt worthless to apologize to him over something so petty that I let my emotions get the better of me.

I guess the fortune cookie I received yesterday ordering Asian takeout that said, "Delay is the antidote for anger" was true.

Apparently, I was questioned if I like Loli content, and my aunt even asked me in a joking manner.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm


>.>


<.<

>.<;;

I said I don't.

I believe I sign the paper after that awkward moment, and I can't remember how we head back home.

Once we're home, I'm sitting on a separate cushion seat. I was basically in the fetal position, except that I was sitting instead of leaning to my side. I held my legs together with my arms, and could do nothing but stare at the ground. I still felt kind of depressed that I would scream at my uncle that way.

I indulged myself in this depressed state of being, until my Aunt asked me if I would like something to eat/drink. I realized she was going out to get food and drinks for the others, and I go back to looking at the ground and replied, "No thank you."

She leaves, and eventually, I decided that I should go get something to drink and eat for myself.

The dream shifts to where I'm outside, going to a supermarket. It looks like Wal-Mart, but I just pay attention to actually going in than looking for the name outside. I walk around to find some soda, and I think I picked up some Crush Orange soda bottle.

My aunt finds me, and I think she asks me something to related to me suddenly coming in the same store she was in.

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07.23.2012

Gray Font (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find some way to insert a random word in gray font on any website, though I can't see what the actual word is. I thought at first that it would go away when I refresh the page, but it actually sticks on the webpage unless I want it gone.

I think I go on Dream Views, and stick in it random places.

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07.23.2012

We had Homework? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in class, and a very young teacher that looked like a girl named Miranda that I know in waking life apparently assigned us homework yesterday. I was this close from panicking, because I didn't remember any of this!

But it seems student declared that she just canceled the homework instead because nobody was doing it?

Lol okay.

Then another part in a different class where I thought I forgot to do my math homework, and I had thoughts of trying to pretentiously charm to some unlucky nerdy female to get it done for me.

I look down on the desk I'm sitting on, and the homework is right there, mostly complete. Maybe it's because I didn't turn to see the back side of the page, but I had a feeling the homework was 15 questions to solve, and the first page had 8 or so questions solved.

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I think the next dream occurred after I failed to attempt a WILD after a WBTB in hopes of finding the password Mindraker created for the Password Shared Dreaming Experiment, but maybe the elements from these dreams themselves are giving me clues to find it....since I did write a note related to making sure that I will find the password somehow...so it was like a V-MILD throughout the day, and I did look at it a few times during the WBTB in hopes of seeing what happens.

The blonde I met in the dream, I couldn't tell why she appeared, but because she was pretty much invincible to all gunfire, and kept a calm composure, it probably was for something important, but.....you'll see.

07.23.2012

Blonde Female in Black (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a dark area, and it feels like I'm on another sneaking mission. It has the Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory type of setting to it, and I know that I'm the one making most of the decisions in this area, instead of controlling someone to do it.

I'm trying my best to avoid enemies from spotting me, even though I have some weapons that are silenced. I was worried because I didn't want to shoot too much to the point that the silencer degrades and becomes useless. The enemy guards were wearing a winter type camouflage, with slight hues of green to them.

As usual, the guards somehow know I'm here, forcing me to fend for myself by shooting each of them in fatal points. It takes a while to kill them off, since they called for back-up a lot, and they kept coming through a black door on the right that was 6 feet or more away from me. I fell on my back a lot for some reason, but managed to keep shooting them without taking too much damage, in fact, I didn't really feel any pain at all.

After killing most of them to death, I continued moving through the ducts instead of the hallways that may be patrolled by more guards. Once I get out of the ducts, I have to walk across fragile wooden top areas that would be considered roofs or covering if you were down the hallways.

I walked slowly, trying to make sure the creaking sound of the wooden areas wouldn't make it obvious that I'm hiding on top. I reached an area where there's water that floods the place at least up to people's waist. I see there's a section in front of me with an open, but dark door to go through. Problem is, there's a light source near it.

I thought things out a while, and since I have weapons and items from Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, I decided to just use the OCP (Optically Channeled Potentiator) extension from the 5-7 SC Pistol to temporarily shut down the light source.

I knew that this would attract some attention, so I quickly decided to go to the wooden post that was next to the light source. I still had a lot of time before the light source would turn back on, and I looked to my right to see that in front, there are a lot of unarmed people wearing white dress shirts and black ties (black skirts for females).

They were getting closer and closer to see what happened to the light source, and I quickly switched to the SC-20K to use the non-lethal attachments. I literally saw the small heads-up-display when switching weapons as well, and I scrolled down on the section for the SC-20K to the "Sticky Shocker"

Since these people were in a body of water, I could make use of the little ammo of non-lethal weapons I had. Everyone were in small groups, around 6-10, so I started to shoot the sticky shocker near the group closest to me. They immediately collapse, and I waste no time to shoot one more sticky shocker at another group.

I continued doing this two more times I believe, until I realized that I'm basically out of sticky shockers. I knew these people were unarmed, but I didn't want to resort to using actual bullets to defend myself. I try to calm down, but feelings of fear of being found out were too overwhelming for me.

While I tried remaining poised, a very attractive blonde to my left is slowly walking in the water. She has her hair tied back, and is wearing a black shirt that is tied up under breasts. She's also wearing a very short skirt, barely covering, at most, 3-4 inches past her lower private region.

The closest person that looked like her was Mila Kunis....just imagine her, except with blonde hair.

She has a little mascara around her eyes, and out of reflex, I resorted to using the last non-lethal attachment I had for the SC-20k, which was the Airfoil Round ammo.

She was unarmed as well, and I didn't want to shoot her or anything. Since a head shot was pretty much the only thing that would make the Airfoil Round's efficacy of knocking out a person work, I quickly aimed for her head and shot it.

Nothing happens.......




I'm pretty sure I was dead accurate. I tried shooting again, but nothing is happening. Compared to the dream characters on the right of the wooden post wondering why people are collapsing, the blonde on the left remains a calm composure. It's like she felt nothing at all, as if all those non-lethal shots just bounced off her.

Her eyes, she was looking up, probably to slowly ascend to where I am at, and I realize she's actually advancing to my direction. She gets closer....







Closer.............

















Closer...........



























And then I wake up because someone woke up me.








*sigh*

Another dream character that is invincible to any attacks, would've been nice to see what she had to say to me, since I'm sure she knew where I was.

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07.23.2012

Scorpion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm at some kind of convention or meeting related to Art and Comic book creation and Mangas as well. While people are going around, they can edit out some parts of drawings, and I indulge in erasing parts of random drawings.

I saw one drawing of a Naruto Shippuden Manga, and I lightly rubbed off a shading near Naruto's neck. It was a drawing of him with his eyes closed and smiling.

Then someone alerts me to say that a painting or drawing of a Scorpion will not change into the color of the ink drops people are trying to saturate it with. I immediately run to see if this is really true, and I start out with small drops on the scorpion art piece.

It quickly reforms back to its original color and state. I decided I should add more purple ink drops this time. Things seem to work at the time, but after a few seconds, it's like the drawing absorbed all the pink and it went back to the same color and state as before.

I didn't know what else to do.

Hmmmm, a drawing/painting of a Scorpion that doesn't conform to any color changes from the ink drops.........

Hm....I honestly can't think of any interpretation from that.

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07.23.2012

Sandwich Stolen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at the top floor somewhere, and it feels like night time. I go near the edge to look over to see that someone is buying a sandwich at one of those mini-trailer stores near malls.

I couldn't see the cashier hand out the sandwich to the guy paying up front, but the sandwich is on his left side. As the guy is getting out his cash, I see a little child to the left of him quickly snatches the sandwich.

My eyes widened from this unexpected event, and I wanted to pursue the child, but I wait for a while, and the child came up the stairs where me and several random dream characters were at.

The man who was going to pay the cashier looked a lot like a guy named Jeremy that I met at a bus stop during Middle School. Let's just call him J for short.

"J" gets ready to pay for the sandwich, and then realizes it's not there at all. "J" gets pissed off pretty quickly, and it seems he knows who stole it. He quickly runs to go upstairs, and before he makes his presence known, I quickly grabbed the child by the back of his shirt, lifted him up, and told "J" that he was responsible for stealing his sandwich.

"J" looks at the child with a serious facial expression, but knows he can't really beat him to a pulp or anything like that.

I let go of the child, and I believe to the left of me, there's a dream character that looks like the Cartoon Joker from Batman.....like the old school version of him.

Except, he had longer and straighter hair, and his eyes squinted more.

I believe I told him I was going to get him a sandwich at some point in this dream, but I just can't remember.

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07.23.2012

Me and Sarah at Lunch (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe this is a continuation of the Scorpion dream I had, but just wanted to put this separately.

I see Sarah, the same Sarah dream I had a few days (or was it just yesterday) that I had with the Round table at lunch again.

But this time, it's a regular straight and long table at lunch. She's sitting down with Joel, who I honestly could care less about right now. I quickly get to the other side, probably by using my left hand on the table, and jumping and twisting my body to the side to sit right next to Sarah.

I think I wanted to talk to her about something, until some other random girls start coming in to discuss about how people are obsessed with making people like their own possessions.

Weird stuff.

07.20.2012

Missed Flight and Blind Rage (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a two story house, and right now, I can tell that it's already night time, or at least early morning where it's still dark outside. It feels like I'm at my uncle's house, except with a few modifications to it.

The house, at least the top floor, is a little bigger than normal, because it isn't split off to where there's two different floors, it's just one big floor linking to several rooms. It feels like we went out to some kind of party or at least went to a fancy restaurant.

I go inside a room that's apparently the guest bedroom for me, and I look over to my left to see a Black TV Cable box. I look at the time passively, not really double-checking if it's going to alter. It's in green digital font, and the time was around 5:37 AM or 5:57 AM.

I had a feeling that I had a flight to go that would depart around 7:45 AM I think, and I felt too tired to even care. Bad idea...

As I'm drifting to sleep, I wake up around 7 something AM in the dream, and then the awareness that I'm not going to make my flight back home starts coming back to me. I panic a little, because I would have to contact my father that I couldn't make my flight.

And then I would have to worry on what he's going to say to that, wondering what kept me back and blah blah blah blah blah blah.....

I decided that it can't be helped, so I thought about having it re-booked instead, and I can always tell him later on. I honestly didn't really care too much oh whether or not my father knows I missed my flight because I overslept. I shift my focus back to being in the house, and as I'm getting up, I get another feeling that I was working on two drawings before.

I keep walking on the top floor until I see a table in the middle with two mini sized poster paper with portraits of myself. One drawing was me posed as if I'm drawing something with my head down, and the other one.......I can't remember what it was exactly.

I think I come back to those two drawings, and I look back to the first one I described. I take a good look at it, and the details start becoming more vivid and clear. It looks like I did the drawing myself, and I tried not to touch it too much because it was a graphite drawing, and didn't want the lead smearing on my finger.

I look at the drawing closely again, and I see a blue ink mark.

I get pissed....someone either did this out of spite, or was completely fucking clueless when they wanted to see if a pen had ink in it and needed a paper to test it. My rage gradually builds up, and I feel like I'm grinding my teeth while keeping my mouth closed. I started to make assumptions of who could have done it.


I shift my focus to my Uncle's sons, and I realized that "J" couldn't have done it, since I had a feeling he told me he didn't do it. Then I try to find "D," trying to suppress my rage until the time was right. I calmly ask him if he was the one who marked on the drawing.

I wasn't cognizant of his mother being close to him at the moment, and he told me that he did do it. What made it worse is that he said it in a passive tone, as if it wasn't a big deal at all.


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I don't remember what I said exactly, but I know I screamed at him and asked him what the hell is wrong with him. Then I remember that my Uncle probably heard all of this.

I tried calming down quickly, because I hear my Uncle footsteps. I wasn't worried on how he would respond, it's just that I didn't want him to see me pissed off, since I always had a calm demeanor and respectful tone towards my uncle and his family.

My Uncle comes closer to me and asks me what I would like for breakfast, seems he didn't really hear what I said to "D." I'm still trying to get out of the thought process of worrying that my Uncle would be concerned on why I screamed at D, and after a few seconds, I calmed down completely.

I told my Uncle I would like some Pancakes, and a few other things I can't remember, since I still had my mind on calming down with the mark on the drawing.

My uncle leaves, and then I shift my attention back at "D" and his mother. His mother changes the conversation immediately, and she's talking about something.

This is the part that confuses me, I'm not sure if someone else explains it to her, or if she's explaining it to me. I also have thoughts about missing the airport flight, and I get a mental image of several air planes outside at an airport, and seeing several flags hanging on tilted poles.

I regain focus on the two people in front of me.

I'm going to assume that there's a dream shift now, because things feel out of synch right now.

I believe a blonde female, probably around her early 30s is talking to me on how she paid for college. She declared to me that the funding was based on how well she did in her courses, the higher the grade, the more likely she would receive more funding to pay for tuition and other expenses.

There was a specific scholarship where you had to at least have 3 100s in your current semester of courses, which elevated the difficulty of being eligible for the award in the first place. The blonde female shows me that she was able to get it easily. I think she managed to get 6 100s or something like that.

Okay lady, I'm glad you did well and all that, but I don't see how petting your ego is relevant to adding anything to my own knowledge.....sigh...

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07.20.2012

Old Camera (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go inside of a room, and it's really dull and boring in here. I see there's a dark brown shelf with a nice wood layering to it. However, the insides of the shelf looked old and dust, and I peek to see what's contained in the shelf.

I think someone is behind me, but I don't pay attention at all of their presence. I see a Camera bag inside, and I immediately take it. I slowly opened it, because I had a feeling something would crawl out, especially if the zipper for the bag was slightly opened to let little critters go in it.

I take the camera out, and this looks like one of those non-digital cameras. That was the initial thought until I turned it on. The screen behind it flashed, and then there's just a blank bright screen that's on. I didn't pay attention to the fact that it wasn't gathering light from the lenses to show its focus.

I look back into the insides of the shelf, and I see a slightly smashed cockroach.

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For some odd reason, even though the camera bag was opposite of the dead cockroach, I didn't want to touch the left side of the Camera, because I had a feeling the cockroach was contained in the bag somehow.

I really can't believe I'm going this far to describe what it was like to take out a camera from a bag.....

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07.20.2012

New Classroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go inside a classroom, and I try to find a seat. There aren't many people there as yet, and when you go into the class by entering it to your right, if you stick you arm out as if you're going to spread both of them out to make a snow angel or something, the seats were parallel to the direction of your arm.

The desks were very flat and gray, with a nice shine to them, seems things are pretty new in this classroom, or the janitors know how to clean well.

I wanted to sit at the back of the classroom, and since there was a weird seat arrangement for a classroom with a small surface area, sitting in the middle wouldn't be ideal, especially if there were seats on both sides of the desk. Then I realized that I never been to this class before, and I look at the teacher, and he's a tall dark skinned man wearing glasses.

I think he glances at me to see who I was, and I take out a paper out of my backpack with my schedule on it to eventually show the teacher. While I'm in the process of picking up my black backpack, I see with my peripheral vision that an Asian girl is looking at me. She looks a lot like one girl on the tennis team I used to be in the last High School I attended.

Let's call her Angelina, since I doubt she's going to find this information in the first place. I don't know why Angelina is paying attention to me, maybe because she didn't expect me to be in the classroom in the first place.

I go up to the teacher, and I quickly hand him my schedule to show proof that this is the right class that I'm in. He nods and acknowledges this, and I go back to choosing a seat. More people start coming in, and some even put their backpacks on the desk and left for a while to confirm that's the seat they wanted.

Damn it, and they took the good seats, especially the seat that was near the door to leave the class. I tried to look for other seats near the side of the door, since there was a better walkway to quickly leave the glass. I guess it's just a habit for me to speculate on this because I wanted to make sure I was early to class a lot in High School.

More people start coming in, and it gets more complicated trying to find a seat, and I didn't want to sit next to people who had a seat saved for their friend. I had no choice but to go to the back section of the seating arrangement, but fortunately, I was able to get a vacant seat that was at the corner of the side with the walkway to the door.

A girl two seats to the right of me is saving a seat that's on the right of me. The girl she's saving the seat for is Hannah, and to my surprise, she looks exactly like the Hannah I had for my World history class when I was a sophomore in High School. Hannah has her hair tied back, and she's wearing a pink shirt that looks like the ones cheerleaders in high school would wear to show school spirit or something.

After everyone finds their new seat, the teacher begins by having these helmet parts handed out to us. You know those small race cars you have to turn the gear constantly, and then let it go on a flat surface to make it drive automatically until the gears you turned reached their end?

It felt like being in Pre-K or something, and the teacher's impatience with the class not following his instructions for this weird assignment made it even more hilarious, at least it was when I'm recalling it. One helmet part had a mini ramp going down or up, I can't remember, it was like a slide.

We had to attach this helmet on our heads, and somehow arrange the racing car on top, turn the gears a bit, and then wait for it to land on the desk from the ramp it's on. Weird assignment, and it would've been fun if the teacher didn't go bi-polar on us.

I don't remember anything after that, but I do remember a dream fragment related to High School.

I'm walking in the hallway, and it seems it must be break time for students with a specific schedule. Everyone is hanging out with their friends by the lockers on the sides of the hallway, and I hear someone say "Brandon."

I didn't pay attention to them, because I felt it wasn't meant for me, but every time they said "Brandon," it was as if someone was yanking an invisible chain on my ankle, tempting me to turn around to see who it was.

That's all I remember. I guess the recall is okay, considering I woke up to do some small things that kind of skewed the recall a bit. I really do need to get into the habit again of only focusing on writing my dreams, and completely eradicating all logic of daily life when I have that opportunity of not being distracted at all.