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    1. Kicked Out of Vehicle

      by , 01-19-2016 at 06:17 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Kicked Out of Vehicle (DILD)


      Iím being kicked out of a car by some relatives, and while Iím looking at the environment, I lose incentive to carry out the rest of the dream.

    2. Dog Invades OJ-Filled Garage, The Rice Terrorists & Toy Snake

      by , 12-26-2015 at 07:40 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Dog Invades Orange Juice Filled Garage (DILD)


      Iím inside a garage thatís open, and thereís this dog thatís a Rottweiler/Pitbull mix with brown being its dominate color. At first, itís not really lethal whatsoever, and I would infer that if it werenít for certain actions, it just wanted to play with me, and whoever was around at the time.

      I felt anxious around it, and tried to move slowly, and hopefully get myself inside the house to shut the door. The only time it ever portrayed an aggressive disposition was when some random dream character had some blue gloves that can shoot triangular, metal sheets at it. And when it did portray aggressiveness, it wasnít able to jump towards the right person; it felt delayed and infantile.

      The garage eventually is filled quarter way with orange juice, or some kind of yellow-orange substance. I eventually get out, and trapped the dog inside a closet somewhere. I can see a glimpse of its visage before shutting the door, and it looks sad.


      The Rice Terrorists & Toy Snake (DILD)


      So, Iím trying to get a tire quota filled up by driving into random vehicles, and automatically fixing their tires when Iím within a certain distance to them. The experience is quite fast paced, and the two colors that are dominate are brown, and dirty, golden yellow.

      I eventually get on one of the vehicles, or Iím transitioning there for some unknown reason, and I see that Iím caught at an impasse. There are several men in guerrilla soldier uniforms that are threatening to kill anyone that tries to move suddenly. One of them that looks like the leader is holding a glass container with some dirty rice, or raisin rice.

      And I kid you not, he takes one of his hands, and lists up the black spoon, and utilizes an earnest disposition that he really means it when heíll kill someone if they move. Apparently, the rice has flies, or some kind of insects inside of it that when a person eats it, I guess they die from some parasitic interaction.

      So, I defy logic, and Iím abruptly shifted into a different dream environment where itís nighttime, and Iím catapulted into a bed. I lie down for a bit, and noticed myself looking at the ceiling for some reason. I think I hear some voices in the background, and maybe a voice talking to me very closely. I look at a faded, sepia colored piece of paper that seems enigmatic at first, but I realized it gave me some shocking plot twist.

      Apparently, I was the one that was the snake all this time, metaphorically speaking, and the moment I realized this, a toy snake materializes from the same paper, and onto the bed. I grab the green and yellow striped snake with my left hand, and started to duck for cover around the sides of the bed I was on. Iím not sure why Iím utterly shocked over this realization, but whatever the case, I needed to hide. I saw some entities coming their way through the small hallway in front of me, but only their silhouettes.

    3. Children Blocking the Street

      by , 10-21-2014 at 03:19 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Children Blocking the Street (DILD)


      The foundation of the dream environment is similar to one Iím residing in waking life. The weather seems to be very ideal, with more clouds forming around than usual, almost to the point where it might rain later on in the dream.

      The garage, vehicles used, and the dream characters Iím close to most of the time are almost picture-perfect copies of those in real life. But this is a presumption based on magnifying my peripheral vision, and getting pretty bleak conceptions of their visage, but I get sensations that makes me feel itís them, and I feel Iím shifting into third person perspective every now and then.

      Iím not sure how the first event occurred, but it was either my relative backing out their vehicle from the garage, or me backing out with the vehicleís front facing what wouldíve been the perimeter for the garage to close down completely. Whatever the case, letís focus on me taking the vehicle out.

      I can sense thereís at least two people inside the vehicle, excluding me, and it feels like Iím driving my relativeís vehicle instead. The reason being is that it felt a bit more spacious, and the engine seems to be running smoothly; this could just be my mind rendering out an ideal portrayal of my vehicle, though.

      As Iím driving out of the garage by making a left turn, and then preparing to turn the wheel to go straight out, I see another vehicle coming into the garage. It doesnít seem that my relatives are shocked by this, in fact, one of them suggested for me to keep going, and donít bother minding whatís going on. I take a look of whoís inside the vehicle, and I noticed it looks a bit like who Iíll nickname as Amb.

      Same visage, except she looks like sheís stressed out, and had a rough morning/day/whatever time the dream is emulating. I get a strange sensation glancing over her, and with the confusion still lurking about in my mind, Iím not as fixated on what will be going on beyond the neighborhood. I eventually snapped out of it, and continued to drive along to the street perpendicular to the driveway.

      I drove slowly, mostly out of habit to watch out for children that may be going to school, or may be randomly playing. At this point, I just let predispositions roll out as Iím watching myself and controlling my movements on and off. As Iím turning to the right side of the vehicle, I didnít hear any squeaking sound as the vehicle is landing on a flat surface from a highly curved highway.

      The transition is so smooth, that I briefly reveled in the thought of said transition, and I felt this subtle moment made me cling onto lucidity a bit since being victim to psychosomatic experiences in my dreams, and predispositions from waking life are going to be the ďvehicleĒ of my movements and processing whatís going on.

      I can literally feel the gravity as the vehicle is landing on a flatter surface, along with the rolling, and then the abrupt stop from the curb, and then the vehicle gradually picking up pace. Naturally, I presumed there would be a stop sign just a few feet ahead of me, and using my peripheral vision validated this belief.

      From here on out, the perspective changes completely, and just when I thought I would have to make a deep turn to the right to straighten out, and be perpendicular to the stop sign, the vehicle is already straight. Itís like the transition was like what you would see when playing a Need for Speed game on the GameCube where you would press the ďZĒ button to reset the vehicle in the straight position after crashing, slowing down, etc.

      And before you know it, a band of children are forming a barricade, making it seem impossible, at first glance, of passing through them unless I ran over them. I didnít want to do this, obviously, even though it was a dream. The children were diverse in race, though the ones that seemed to have been leaders that enticed this weird human barricade were Caucasian. Thereís a boy wearing an open light sky blue dress shirt with dark shades of blue stripes forming a checkered pattern (but only having the light sky blue as a filling within the borders).

      His hairstyle seems abnormal for a little child, and it looks like he had applied too much hair gel. The hairstyle consists of random spiked hair with curved spiked hair that looks like itís very close in becoming hardened to the point where I wonder if his hair literally his part of his whole skin for his visage.

      The more I observe this child, the more I feel as if Iím on the ground just to be able to look up and see him entirely. Heís probably wearing slightly baggy jeans with the soft fading blue colors along with white shoes. He has his hands in his pocket, and his visage twisted at an angle just a bit to exhibit a serious demeanor that I wonít be able to pass this barricade for quite some time.

      Then one of the dream characters in the vehicle told me to keep going, even though I knew I wasnít going to take actionÖuntil I looked more to the right, and that some of the children to the right were gone, or were a bit slow in making a completely impasse for us all. I take the chance to go to the right, but going at low speed even though it was a perfect chance for me to just swoosh through them.

    4. Charged For Over Time, Touching Girl & Backing Up Vehicle

      by , 05-12-2014 at 05:07 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Charged For Over Time (DILD)


      I'm clocking out from work, and I have to pay a fee for going over time.

      So I get out of this dream.


      Touching Girl & Backing Up Vehicle (DILD)


      I'm touching a girl in certain areas, got a little too into the realism of the dream. Dream shifts to where she's with some other guy, and I'm inside a vehicle trying to back up.
    5. Wild Orgy, Forcing Someone To Lock and Unlock Vehicle Repeatedly

      by , 08-10-2013 at 05:06 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Wild Orgy (Non-lucid)


      Spoiler for 18+ Too hot for DV:


      Forcing Someone To Lock and Unlock Vehicle Repeatedly (Non-lucid)


      The setting of the dream seems to be in the early morning. I'm locking a vehicle, and I believe I get a dream character to unlock and lock it again, and I told him to keep doing it.

      He asks when he should stop, but I just ignore him and go into a store that looks a lot like H-E-B here in Texas.


      Updated 08-10-2013 at 06:04 AM by 47756

    6. Contest, Shaking Hands, I need a ROPE NOW (SDE Pt. 2 Day: 20)

      by , 10-24-2012 at 04:43 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Contest in Intermission (Non-lucid)


      I remember being in some kind of contest, and there's this guy that looks like Jon K. that I used to know when I was part of the Varsity Tennis team in High School participating in this event as well. He starts becoming an annoyance, and I don't know why, but whatever he did, it made me temporarily get out of the position that I was in to do something else.

      When I came back, I don't think I was able to get into my position in the contest, and it really pissed me off. I end up being left in the intermediate on whether or not I could still participate in this contest.

      It was outdoors for sure, like a carnival-style, without the carnivals...you know, like pie eating contests or whatever.


      Shaking Hands with People (Non-lucid)


      I'm walking in a hallway with brow flooring and yellow walls. I'm following some guy in a light blue dress shirt and long dark dress pants. Or maybe that person was me, except that I was in spectator mode.

      Now that I'm back to being me in the dream, I'm holding a book up to hide my face from someone that's on the left side of me sitting down. This feels like it's an airport of some sort, especially with how the seats were lined up in the section that feels like a waiting area. The book I'm holding had red, yellow, and white colors, and I can't recall looking at the title of the book, or the contents in it, I just wanted to use it for cheap-ass stealth form someone.

      They obviously didn't fall for the trick, and they smile at me and stated in a jest manner on why I was trying to hide myself with a book. I take the book down, and the person resembles a guy in waking life my father is friends with, let's call him Wilf.

      Me and Wilf shake hands, and I forget what happens next.

      The dream takes a huge shift now, with the same people that I forgot to mention other than Wilf. It seems I'm inside of a vehicle, and I'm having a small argument with my mother about what's causing a part of the vehicle to look weird. I tell her it's the paper ball under some part that's making it look unbalanced, and she says that's not the case.

      Okay....the damn paper ball or whatever the hell it is, is RIGHT there, how can you NOT see it?!?!

      Before I made this petty observation a big deal, I just dropped the conversation and decided to not talk to her. After a while, we reach at a driveway, and I still can't recall who the driver was. I know it wouldn't have been my father, because he wouldn't want me giving sass to my mother.


      Anyway, I get out of the vehicle, Wilf, his wife, and I think my father and mother are here now. I didn't really pay attention to my father or mother, mostly just Wilf's wife. I shook hands with her, and she seemed to shake mine in a half-hearted attempt.

      She's busying looking down at something, probably a phone or some electronic device.

      I can't recall much after that.


      I need a ROPE NOW! (Non-lucid)


      No, I'm not hanging myself in the dream.

      This dream feels weird, it's like I'm taking on the body of Edward from Cowboy Bebop, or that I'm controlling them to do something while I'm in spectator mode. Even though I doubt it's Edward, it's the closest person I can associate with the dream being.

      The store the Edward counterpart is in is pretty compact, kind of like those mini-stores you would see downtown in Toronto or New York. The flooring is dark blue carpet. For some reason, I see a Rope sticking out of a box, and the Edward looking person takes it, then a cashier asks,

      "You're not going to steal that are you?"



      "Nope, I'm going to pay."

      So I end up paying for the rope at the cash register.



    7. Weird Science Lab Experiment, Two Invaders, Faster Driver

      by , 10-03-2012 at 01:55 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Weird Science Lab Experiment (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside of a laboratory where there's just a few long black tables with stools lined up in a row vertically when you're looking the screen this way. There's a list of instructions to do the experiment, and they're pretty easy to follow. While I'm doing so, I realized that the people sitting in the stools on both sides of the black tables aren't really doing anything.

      I contemplated on what was holding them back, and then proceeded to wait for a while for some part to finish for the experiment. Most of the questions I'm looking on the paper seem to be personal queries. Then I remember being around something with a yellow color, and it was very distinct because the lab room mostly had dull colors.

      I read the questions again on the lab instructions, and it turns out that there are more questions on the list now, and they do not even relate to anything to the lab. It's like the whole experiment I went through was useless when the answers just came like that. It's as if I needed to do the experiment, despite it not matching the instructions, in order for the answers to show up.

      And most of these questions are self-help kind of questions like, "Can you Do it? YES!" or something like that.

      Weirdddddddddddddddd, don't know how a means of motivation relates to lab....maybe it's a sign for me to keep being more positive even through rough times?



      Two Invaders (Non-lucid)


      I'm walking inside a house saturated with orange-yellow lighting, and I have growing suspicions that two people will be trying to invade the house. I go to the location where I'm picking up the strongest vibe of this possibly occurring, and I see two random men trying to get inside the house through and opened window. I screamed at them, and they fall back and probably just stand there.

      Before they do something else randomly, I think I go to the other side to open some door to tell someone that looks like my Grandmother that two men tried to invade this random house we're in. She looks left and right, and isn't even looking at me.

      I don't know what happens next.


      Fast Driver (Non-lucid)


      All I remember is being inside of a vehicle, like a Ford truck or a Jeep, and the person to the left of me seems to be in a rush to get somewhere. It's also night time in the dream, and I don't know why I'm in the vehicle with this guy, I have no faith in him being able to drive well at all.

      *sigh* Here we go again with the N-REM randomness....hope this cycle of mine ends soon with a lucid(s) sometime before the end of this month.
    8. Spread Your Legs Naruko Anjou, Don't Steal From Him, Car with External Audio

      by , 09-18-2012 at 01:17 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Spread Your Legs Naruko Anjou (Non-lucid)


      Yeah, I grabbed you with the title huh....alright..

      Spoiler for 18+:

      Don't Steal From Him (Non-lucid)


      I'm walking with my father, he tells me to not steal from somebody that will be coming into whatever house home is in this dream.

      Why are you telling me this? Why would I want to steal--------oh wait, hold on, inb4blackstereotype.

      I try to explain to him calmly on why I wouldn't want to steal from him or anyone, but he stops me mid-sentence and gives me this small lecture on what he values in his children.

      By this time, I just thought, "Whatever man."
      Car with External Audio (Non-lucid)


      So I'm in a vehicle with my father and mother, and then we go into some parkway, a pretty small one that could accommodate a few vehicles that may be coming in all directions. There's this white vehicle that comes in on the right, and I see there's a couple inside. A man wearing a mid-tone blue dress shirt, and probably dark dress pants.

      The environment is very bright and sunny, but I don't really feel much of the glare and heat hitting my skin, since the vehicle I'm in is probably has the A/C on. All of the seats in the vehicle I'm in are light gray.

      The wife/girlfriend/escort/whoever is barely noticeable, I just had a feeling she was there. I think she had long blonde hair though. It seems my father and the guy coming in were at a gridlock, so the guy in the white vehicle activates an external speaker from his car, which kind of looks like a White Mustang.

      I don't know where the voice box or sound system is coming from, and then my father starts responding to the man. From my perspective, my father had all of his windows closed in the vehicle, so how in the world does he think the man is going to hear him at all?

      From where I was sitting, I could hear my father's voice bounce off the windows a bit, there's just no way the other guy is going to hear this. Surprisingly, the guy hears him just fine, still a little bothered by this, I continued to listen their conversation. I guess it started with trying to get someone to back up so the other person could park, since they're still at a gridlock.

      I can't recall the exact words, but I did notice a gradual augmentation of anger coming from both parties. I'm just sitting there, absorbing all of this, and then finally, the guy in the white vehicle gets pissed, and leaves. I think he screams something at my father, but whatever it is, good riddance to that guy.

      My father probably talks to my mother about what he thought of the whole situation, I just can't remember what he declared specifically. I look where the guy in the white vehicle was headed, because I was worried he might follow us or something to intimidate my father even more.

      So I turned my head to the right, ignoring whatever it is my father and mother are professing, and I see the guy is trying to take a curve to the right behind some building, and then I see him come out the other side of it. I'm not sure if he still wanted to hang around that area on purpose,
      and that's all I can recall.

      Organic Chem and Math Exam...you're GOING DOWN today.

      Updated 09-18-2012 at 01:20 PM by 47756

    9. The Lizard Man, Come on Brandon, and the Pilgrims (SDE Day 20)

      by , 09-03-2012 at 01:15 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      The Lizard Man and No Open Toe Feet (Non-lucid)


      Just to clarify, the Lizard Man is some entity that was apparent in some form from Sivason's and Mindraker's dreams if I remember correctly. And now I happened to see someone in a form of it.

      I'm inside a building, dark blue carpet flooring, and it has dark orange lights, which makes the place a bit dull. There are people in small groups everywhere, and as I'm walking, I see one group of people that look like they're afraid, very afraid of something. My first thought that it could be someone with a gun causing threats, but I don't feel anything, and I'm wondering why these people are so scared.

      I pass through them, and for some reason, I decided I should take off my shoes and socks. A random dream character comes up to say something along the lines of,

      "No Open Toe Feet!!!!" I look up and quickly nodded, but still feeling puzzled as to why this is a big deal. I lift my feet up a bit to put on black socks, and then I look up and see someone that looks like a Lizard.....and a man....Lizard man.......

      Are you kidding me....................LOL.

      I decided to stop everything and see what this Lizard Man is up to. Some dark-skinned man in a long white shirt and light blue denim shorts asked the Lizard Man,

      "You're not trying to escape are you?"

      The Lizard Man kind of looks like Spike from My Little Pony for some reason, at least his back does.

      He responds,

      "Nah, just going to go outside and spread my wings..."

      Damn it Lizard Man, there you go again making it --------------- never mind.

      The door to the highest level of the building outside opens, and the Lizard Man disappears. I think I wanted to follow the Lizard man, but I forget what happens next.
      Come on Brandon........ (Non-lucid)


      Things start out where I'm driving a vehicle, and for some reason, it's as if I was implanted with memories of experience with driving a vehicle, but it wasn't complete because I forgot a few things. Anyway, the sensation felt weird, I didn't feel tensed up when I'm driving at all....it's a big deal because I haven't driven a car except for practice at an empty and huge parking lot one time with my father in waking life.

      I'm near a gas station I believe, and the pavement is smooth and light gray, and the skies look like it's about to rain, or maybe it was just close to sunset. I'm waiting at the exit of the gas station, and look left and right of the two lanes perpendicular to where I'm at, and it seems it'll be a while until I can get on either of them.

      I noticed my mother is to my right, and I believe we had a small conversation about something, but I forgot. Whatever it was, I asked her if she wanted to get some Asian food....

      What? Since when do I ask someone about that....

      I wait for her response, and she agrees that she doesn't mind going to order Asian food. She wants take-out, even though I preferred just eating inside the restaurant we're going to. After we're done with that small conversation, I look left and right again and find that there aren't anymore vehicles coming our way.

      I quickly go over to the lane further away from me, and noticed that once I turned to my right, there are more lanes to take. There's lanes to go left, to go straight and left, or just to go straight. I looked up the signs near the stoplight. It was a white square with small black outline border and words and symbols in black font as well.

      It made it a little hard to distinguish which one I should take, and I rather have those symbols on the ground rather than looking up and down trying to pick which one, and possibly cause more traffic. I decided to go to the lane where you could go straight or left. A vehicle in front of me has their right indicator light signal on....

      And I'm not even bothered to realize that they're supposed to be using their left indicator light if they're turning left.

      Even though I'm completely oblivious by this, this makes me realize I should go ahead and have my indicator light on as well..

      Instead of the left knob near the driving the wheel, I look at the right, and try to find the indicator light signal for the right side too. I can't identify anything from the knob, so I decide to spin the damn thing and hope for the best. I hear something ticking inside of the car, and no it wasn't a bomb, but it sure sounded like I did something right.

      Whatever, seems there was nothing for me to worry about because I didn't hear any cars honking
      ...using dream cars as an excuse for my incompetence...go Link!

      The vehicle in front of me is getting ready to move, and I don't even bother to look up to see if the stoplight would change back to red at all. In those few seconds, I speculated if I should go straight or turn to the left, and decided to just go to the left.

      By this time, my mother is probably gone by now, and as I'm trying to go up another level of what seems to be an entrance to a parking garage, I realize that the curve to drive on was too small for the vehicle I was driving. It seemed I was driving a classic van model, There were even people walking, and some glanced over at me, and I'm wondering why there are people walking past me without any kind of awareness that another vehicle could run them over.

      When I try to get closer and closer, the vehicle suddenly vanishes. I'm there standing in the middle of the walking area. I see a Unicycle appear out of nowhere in front of me, except it's the tire of a vehicle rather than a bicycle wheel.

      Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, does my insurance cover this?

      The dream shifts to where a blonde female is following me, I can just feel it. I turn around, and notice this girl looks like Sarah, but like a relative. She's probably 16 years of age judging by her looks body structure. She was skinny like the blonde Sarah in waking life. She was wearing the same green varsity tennis outfit as well...


      She looks kind of cute, but it's not really my favor to worry about that right now. This blonde seems to be interested in me, and kept mentioning that I should come back.....

      I assumed she meant I should come back to the Varsity tennis team again because I saw one person that looked like my tennis coach at the time, and a few random people that looked like they would be on the Junior varsity tennis team.

      She had the intention of trying to persuade me to pay attention to her and hopefully agree with her. I was thinking that what she's doing is pretty silly, since I'm way past the stage of trying to bring back any memories of being on the team,
      especially since I was quiet towards everyone and just did what I needed to do in the varsity tennis team....win (but end up losing because there was always something that kept me from playing my best.....was really annoying, but I couldn't get out of the sport when I realized it didn't matter anymore....I think I'm just making excuses....

      I needed to find a way to distract the blonde from using her "Come on Brandon..." persuasion towards me, and figured that using the bathroom would be the best to get some alone time.

      I go inside, and the bathroom floor as small gray tiles, and the walls are plastered with shiny gray tiles as well. I go to my left to a small open gray stall to get ready to pee. Then I hear her voice get closer and closer.


      Oh my god...she...she's STILL talking to me, she's RIGHT there behind me.

      Looooooooooooool, this reminds me of the lucid dream I had a long time ago where I was fingering a female while she was peeing....seems I'm getting a taste of my own medicine....LOL

      I try to forget about her by focusing on the sensation of releasing the urine....nope, not working at all! She even goes to the right, and looks down at my private region. She's not really making a reaction....

      No I'm trying to pet my ego, it's like she's already seen this before. I look down, and I do have a penis! I don't really see that a lot in my dreams, anyway, it has a downward curve to it, and I still feel awkward that this blonde is looking at me without a care in the world of embarrassing me...

      She hands me a paper I believe, but I'm not paying attention to any content of it. She talks about how she has a method that usually always works...but what exactly is she talking about. While she continues explaining, I blank out and I see small clip rolling in my mind.

      There are transitions of a male and female together, one was hugging her by the waist and groping her breasts. The female was wearing a light orange tank top, regular dark blue jeans, and had a nice hourglass figure.

      She had the skin tone of an Indian woman, and had long black and slightly curvy hair. The other females in other panels that were coming up, I have no clue on what they wore and did. I come back from blanking out.

      The blonde persists that I come back, that I should be with her...in a sense...

      I can't remember what I did next though, I only remember her being kind to me. Forgot about her looking at my dream penis and feeling embarrassed altogether.

      Mindraker, Chimptertainment, and the Pilgrims (Non-lucid)


      I don't know how, but I get the feeling that the two people in front of me are Mindraker and Chimpertainment who are participating in the Shared Dreaming Experiment. I can't remember their visage in the dream, I just feel that I'm near them, very close.

      There was something about the Pilgrims....maybe I was giving them a hint...

      Updated 09-03-2012 at 01:23 PM by 47756

    10. Blackmail & Lady's HOT voice, Feigning Crying, Passenger Seat, Taylor Swift Acrobatics (SDE Day 02)

      by , 08-16-2012 at 07:39 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Blackmail & Lady's HOT voice (Non-lucid)


      (Just keeping this for reference: Lady in bed is similar to a lady I talked to about where I wanted to go in life while on my trip to New York, and I had feelings she was into me, even though she is currently married...name starts with "S")....some note that was....ha!!!!

      I believe I'm with my father and mother again, and we're getting ready to pack our things and move somewhere. I don't know where, but somewhere, the environment is dark gray, with white lights emitting from above. I remember seeing a vehicle parked next to them, and it honestly feels like I'm in a parking garage.

      I wanted to go back to the elevator to the room we were in before, I take the elevator, but I'm not aware of picking any kind of floor, I just go in, and I guess things happened just like that. The elevator opens, and I enter into a room. It's dark, with little lighting, and I looked at the bed right in front of me.

      Someone is obviously sleeping here, but I can't tell who, they have themselves covered with white sheets. I have a feeling it's someone I know in waking life, so I make sure I walk silently to get whatever it is that I wanted. I don't know where I went, but I came back to the bedroom that was near the elevator door.

      I look at the bed one more time, and I see the person is finally awake. I'm shocked at first, but I decided I might as well stay for a while and see who it is. She has black hair, she looks up to me and asks me something related to why I'm leaving so soon or something like that.

      She really didn't want to see me go, and I assumed so based on her voice, it was so kind to me, it's as if she wanted me to hold my position near the bed and not move one inch. She had way of words, because I honestly could not see any reason to leave so soon. Whatever it is she said to me, god.....

      Her voice was so bloody enticing, it it possible to be fully turned on by someone's voice?

      After a while, I had to say goodbye to this lady, and I guess she did so as well. I go into the elevator, not even paying attention to which floor I picked in advanced. Then I get a flash in my mind of being in that same bedroom again with the lady with the enticing, lewd, and sexy voice.

      It seems I had a recording of her before I talked to her of when she had sex with someone. The voice recorder resembles the model I have in waking life that I wanted to use for recording lectures, but there just a few extra buttons, and I think it was a different color in this dream.

      Anyway, I play the recording, and I hear her moans as whoever it is continues to penetrate her. She starts using dirty words in synch with her screams and moans of pleasure. After the recording ends, I'd say it was 10 seconds overall, there was a button that gave me the option of sending this information to VH1.

      LOL what?

      I was tempted to press this button, and I think I even clicked it, but I clicked it one more time to cancel the transfer. Apparently, the transfer would be wireless, and I heard all sorts of beeping sounds that I didn't know verified what. I was worried that I was probably to late when I wanted to cancel it, because there were a few beeps occurring that would sound like I sent something in correctly.

      I find another button on the recorder where I could see the video of her having sex with someone. She has herself in the spread eagle position, bracing against the bedhead, and sheets covering most of her waist and part of her legs. I can't see who's having sex with her, but it's a person with light skin tone for sure.

      Definitely not her husband as far as I know.

      Don't tell me I'm a manwhore in my dreams now......

      OKAY, back to the dream, she's really enjoying what this man is giving her, and I hear the voice recording go in synch with the video, so it really is the video version of it. I even get tempted to send that to VH1 as well, but I don't think I do.
      Feigning Crying and Social Anxiety (Non-lucid)


      There was a lot going on in this dream, so it's really hard managing how things started out.

      Holy crap, I need to get better with this recall thing and making sure the only thing I do is type my dreams out the first time I wake up.....this dream could be longer, but because I had trouble synching those events together......eh......just another thing to conquer.

      I remember being inside of a house, it's fairly dark inside, the windows emitting light from the moonlight is pretty much the only thing keeping this house from looking like it went into a blackout or something. I remember parts where I would come in and out for something, and every time, I would see a couple in a bedroom doing random things.

      One was a man in a black tuxedo, and the other would be a woman in a red dress that had portions of the dress that completely wrapped her to where her hourglass body structure was apparent. I took these people for random dream characters, even though I know them being manifested are part of my dream signs of seeing a females in red dresses.

      So much passive demeanor, it's as if I have a naivete of a child that still believes babies are delivered through storks. It's so sickening, but I let myself play things out to see how they go, I just have to....I don't know why....

      I open the door to get outside, and now it's night time, with the tall street lights emitting light orange light, saturating the clean concrete that is now a cul-de-sac. I look around, and see that people are sitting around the edges of the cul-de-sac in fold-able chairs (mostly).

      I see that most are young females, though I didn't really take the time to start doing a mental rating of who's hot and who's not because I was insecure on how I looked to them. They were passing glances at me, causing more mental stinging on my part, which forces me to resort to something to distract myself from their gazes.

      I take my left arm out while continuing to walk, and pretended that I had to do some random inspection of it, even scratching it because I felt a slight itch on it.

      I did this for a while, and then resorted to rubbing my the top of my head all the way down to my chin, pretending that I was tired. I finally reached the end of the cul-de-sac where a straight line would be formed, and sat next to a random person in the small get together everyone is having around here.

      Someone informs me that someone had died, but I can't remember who specifically. In my mind, I honestly did not care about their death, because it didn't trigger any emotions of sadness for anyone that I knew that I thought was close to me. But since this person is trying to be gregarious with me, I started to feign feelings of sorrow.

      I even stood up for a while to ask in a pretentious shock, "Really??? Him???" I slowly descend down to the ground again, covering up my eyes with my hands, making wringing motions as if I'm going to cry.

      No.....merely feigning tears at this point, but I did make sounds to show that I was crying, and I honestly tried to cry to make it seem like I cared, but it only ended up with little more water saturating my eyes, but only at that, no dripping at all.

      I did feel some kind of liquid stained below my eyes, but it was most likely the sweat accumulating from wringing my hands to feign the tears. I get up, and decided to go back inside of the random house I was in before.

      I think the dream shifts at this point, and there's one part that I feel doesn't belong, but here goes.

      I'm inside a house, it feels like the same random house, except it's now daytime, judging by how bright the windows are emitting light, even going through transparent light gray curtains reflecting some of it back. There are a lot of people in here, I'd say 5+, including my father. I pay no attention to the other people except my father.

      The walls in the house are light green, similar to a house I've been too before for vacation. There's an entertainment center just like the one in waking life. It has a glossy and shiny dark brown painted wood finish to it. There's also a bunch of items and accessories around the place, but I only focus on my father.

      He's wearing his glasses, and seems to be talking to someone at the moment. I get closer to my father, just waiting for him to include me in the conversation. I don't know why I wanted to, but I just kept quiet until he makes a response about me. He talked about how I would call him constantly to update on small things.

      I get annoyed by this, and told him that I don't do that kind of stuff. He looks at me seriously, but then puts on a smile and taps my head with his finger.

      WTF, did you just do the "Itachi" tap on the forehead just now? LOL, I'm not Sasuke bro (Sorry, maybe Naruto Shippuden fans might get what I said).

      Spoiler for What kinda sorta happened...:P:

      It made me calm down though, the tap on the forehead that is....what the hell.....WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED. LOL, was I being petted just now?

      I couldn't really do anything, couldn't really feel any kind of anger trying to get it's way back into my reality again...damn it...

      I turn to the man that my father is talking to, and he puts his hands out, and I shook his hand. I didn't know his name at all, all I remember is him wearing a Hawaiian type of dress shirt with dark gray dress pants. I knew he had a dark skin tone, and then I decided to leave the house.

      The dream shifts again, and now I'm back in the same night time at the cul-de-sac. I still reform to pretending that I'm trying to make sure I'm fine, because the female glares still kept mentally stinging my mind, and this time, when I reached the end of cul-de-sac......

      I see a mirror in front of me, and I see myself....I'm wearing the yellow and black horizontally striped sweater I have in waking life, along with denim looking jeans. These jeans were a bit too small for me, in length, but they were perfectly fine in width. I looked so innocent, and I still had some focus on how short the jeans were.

      That's all I remember for that one.

      Passenger Seat (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside of a vehicle, most likely the Chevy Blazer my father owns in waking life, and I'm on the passenger seat. I pay no attention to my father at all, or whoever it is that's driving.

      I have my body faced perpendicular to how they're sitting, and the door on my side was completely opened while they were driving. So I'm facing the door that would've been closed instead of facing the front windows.

      Ignoring the obvious that this is a dangerous thing to do, the passive demeanor on my part is absolutely remarkable. I actually enjoyed having the vehicle door opened, and I realized that there were a few things contained in the little slots on the top and bottom door.

      It's bright as day outside, but since we're going pretty fast, the wind makes me ignore looking up in the sky. The breeze felt so nice......probably my fan in waking life at my apartment blowing in high speeds is what is causing this homologous variation in my dream.

      Anyway, there seems to be a black leather folder contained in the bottom slot of the car door that's opened, and also a stack of papers packed closely together with a black binder clip on the right side.

      The top ends of the papers are blowing very rapidly, but everything is safely contained in the bottom slot. Nothing is going to come out at all, despite the rapid winds from the vehicle going at high speeds (I'd say 70+ mph) because that's the point where if you were to slide down the window, it would just be constant wind blasting in your ear.

      I have my seat belt on, so I guess I'm not that passive. =P

      I have my shins forming a V shape, which makes my feet align closely together, and I have one of my elbows resting on top of the other hand that's perpendicular to the same elbow having the forearm up so I can rest the side of my face on my hand.

      I'm just looking at traffic, random traffic, seeing the cars go by a little slower than what we're going out. In fact, there seems to be a traffic delay, and then I noticed the vehicle I'm in slows down to their speed now. I guess this just gives me more time to look at my environment, whoop dee doo!

      But I really took the time to pay attention to the traffic, and I honestly cannot comprehend why I want to locked in this position facing away from whoever it is that's driving for me. I see a couple of people's faces waiting for the traffic to start disperse. On my side, the vehicle is probably going at 1-5 mph, but at least it's moving compared to the others at a complete stop.

      One noticeable dream character though, as the vehicle on my side continues to advance, I see one lady with only her left side having a complete eye, nose, and mouth. The right side was completely gone, or at least overshadowed by extreme darkness.

      In order to not show that I was really freaked out by this, since she was looking at me, I take the hand on my right side that was resting on the right side of my jawline, and shifted it diagonally to cover my mouth while closing my eyes at the same time.

      I felt so ashamed that I couldn't contain myself with being shocked that this woman's face did not show completion on both sides. I kept closing my eyes, wishing things could speed up a bit more so that this same lady would just be like those other random dream characters that would be faded away from my mind.

      I'm sure I opened my eyes again at some point, but just wanting to forget that lady's visage was my main priority. It just kept stinging to me mentally, "be grateful on how you look."

      DAMN IT.....thanks for the belittlement repressed feelings!

      Taylor Swift Acrobatics (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside a room mostly with shades of brown, and I'm near a table with a paper bag in the middle. The table is light gray, extremely thin, and supported by black metal legs. I see a blonde sitting on the floor a few feet away from the table.

      She looks exactly like Taylor Swift, and she's wearing a fancy light violet dress that is slightly transparent. She looks cute, and she's doing some really random things on the floor. The floor was a faded brown, and the lights from above made a reflection on it.

      The Taylor Swift lookalike has her elbow resting on her other hand so she can rest her jawline. Then she starts getting a little too open with herself.

      She literally does a leg split, showing her panties, which are also a color of violet!

      Isn't this cute?!?!? She matches everything together! Go Taylor! /sarcasm.

      (I don't hate her, just couldn't help but be amazed on how she matches everything....EVERYTHING....)

      After watching her giving me a show of her panties, someone comes in, and I think after they talk for a while, I realize the paper lunch bag is actually for me. I started getting ecstatic for no apparent reason, and I had some weird hunch that women would be inside of the brown paper lunch bag.

      Lmfao, what the heck was wrong with me in this dream??

      I opened the lunch bag, and it had all sorts of treats, small blueberry muffins (oh man, they looked soooooo tasty), and all sorts of little desserts inside. I think the person wanted to take one inside the bag, but I just moved the bag away from them.

      MINE MINE MINE is pretty much my behavior in the dream.

    11. Adult Anime Billboard Animation, Eating Plastic Plates, Seroquel and Competition....(SDE DAY 01)

      by , 08-15-2012 at 05:27 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      First day for the Shared Dreaming Password Experiment I'm hosting for 30 days, this is the first day....and today's my birthday as well!

      Adult Anime Billboard Animation (Non-lucid)


      WOKE UP AROUND 4:39 AM and started to sleep around 11:30-11:40PM, and most likely went into deep sleep around Midnight or so, and it's my Birthday today! Way to start off this experiment huh?

      Hopefully my subconscious will give me a gift.....I don't...like seeing my dream guide or even spirit guide?

      I believe I'm outside of an area that seems to be near sunset, or early morning. I can't tell if the sun on the horizon would be going up, or going down. It seems to be an intersection I go to a lot in College Station
      (except now part of that way is blocked off from a construction site).

      I look at a billboard and see something very graphic, in fact, it was an animation as well.

      Spoiler for 18+:


      I continue doing all sorts of things, but then I see a car coming near me, which prompts me to just stop the whole act before I make a fool of myself to someone. The car itself is some form of a dark color, and the person driving the vehicle has a familiar vibe to them.

      I think the dream shifts here, actually, it most likely shifted when the person in the car drives near me. He looks really familiar, but I don't know anything about this guy at all. Every time I'm looking at him, it's like my mind is saying "Look look look!l look pay attention to this guy!"

      But I can't get anything off from this person, I can't even comprehend why I would get these little mental pokes that this person is important in something. Anyway, since my mind is indirectly giving me hints here, I wave at the person passing by in the car, and they wave back as well.

      The man seems to be in his 30s-40s, looks Hispanic, has a dark gray shirt. By the time he gets out, I see noticeable changes in the dream environment. We're now in the middle of the road, and I believe my father is to my right side. I'm bracing my back along whatever vehicle I'm near, and it's probably what my dad was driving in the dream.

      The man is now in full view, and he's wearing dark blue shorts. It seems that based on his visage, he went through a stressful lifestyle. Certain areas were jagged, and some parts looked like his skin was going to drain in youth. I take my hand out, since I got a hunch from before, and he takes his hands out as well.

      The handshake wasn't really a decent handshake, the guy looked more oblivious than I was, or even awkward to see me. His laconic and almost non-verbal speech (mostly him saying "uh-huh" etc.) really bothered me because I felt this was just a random dream character that I had to pretend to show interest to.

      I think this same man started to ask my father some questions, and my father answers them almost immediately, I'd say 3-5 seconds after the question was asked. I think one question was related to me and college/university, and my father responds something along the lines of,

      "Oh no, he doesn't go to college, he works-----" I blocked off everything else he said in my mind or at least made the auditory input he made more passive in my hearing.....

      I look at my father with a very concerned look on my face, but I keep quiet and see how this plays out. My father is still having conversation with this man, and I noticed he's (father) wearing a dark vanilla looking shirt, and some khaki pants, along with some brown sandals or brown lace-less shoes.

      That's all I remember for that one.

      Eating Plastic Plates (Non-lucid)


      I'm outside somewhere, and it seems a party would be starting in very gloomy weather. It looks as if it might rain, and the dark clouds creating this slightly cold environment didn't make anything better.

      I remember seeing myself from aerial view walking somewhere along a sidewalk, and I would enter some kind of gateway to get into the front yard of someone's house. The front yard itself was very spacious, for a front yard that is, and I think there were party items and accessories confined a few series of tables covered in what seems to be a very very light violet color.

      I think I take one plastic plate, and then eat it. I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure I'm just eating the plastic plate....and I actually remember how it felt.

      It felt like having those mint breath strips in your mouth where it would dissolve easily, but while it was as thin as a breath strip, I still have to chew the waxy coating from the plastic, and then it feels I'm chewing hard gum now.

      Seroquel and Competition (Non-lucid)


      I remember being in a large room with light violet flooring, and Seroquel apparently has quite a few paintings and drawings for a competition that displayed the results through several meter-like objects.

      There were certain categories that I can't really remember, but I'm sure they were associated to the drawings and other aspects of the competition. I remember seeing a blue and green object flash before my eyes for a few seconds, and then came back to focus.

      I can't remember anything else from this dream.
      Genderless Man??? (Non-lucid)


      Apparently, a dream character who looks like Robert Andrew Ri'chard does not have male or female private parts. I see he's wearing a skin-tight light blue suit that looks like it's fit for gymnastic use.

      Apparently, the loss of not having either private parts gives him an advantage when competing. I remember seeing him from a close view, and he's in the process of talking to someone near him. He looks enthusiastic and content when he's talking to this person as well.
      Why are my Parents Here? (DILD)


      I feel an engine running, I feel myself resting at a 90 degree angle on a chair, and I hear someone talking inside. I open my eyes slowly, and find it's my mother talking.

      My father is driving the vehicle, and
      I do a nose plug reality check. I do this a few times to make sure I'm really dreaming. I take a moment to look at both of them inside the vehicle. Then I tapped my mother's shoulder and waited for her to turn around and look at me.

      This dream character looks exactly like her. I tap on her shoulder a bit, and she finally turns around waiting for my question, but all I wanted to do was gaze at her visage for a bit. I turn over to my father, and asked both of them,

      "What is the purpose of you two being here?"

      My father responds with something along the lines of,

      "You mother is not -------------"

      I can't remember the rest, but I remembered that I couldn't do anything but just pause and widen my eyes in shock. I felt as if my body was shaking. What does he mean by that?

      I most likely woke up, but I don't know why, and this was probably when I woke up for a few seconds and went back to sleep.

      Updated 08-15-2012 at 06:57 PM by 47756

      lucid , non-lucid
    12. Finding a DP Partner, Scholarship Store, Starting Up a Car

      by , 08-14-2012 at 04:35 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Finding a DP Partner (Non-lucid)


      Yes, the title is exactly what you think.

      I'm following a female who is fairly shorter than me. I'd said at least 5 feet tall compared to me being around 5'10'' or so. Something about this girl really enticed me, like some kind of lewd aura exhibiting off of her. She was wearing a white shirt that went all the way down to stop at her groin region.

      She resembled a lot like Gabby who was on the tennis team in a High School I attended. Short girl with huge breasts. She had light brown hair, looked Hispanic, just like the waking life counterpart, and I believe wore dark blue skinny jeans as well. I couldn't pay much attention to her visage because she was busy walking around looking for someone.

      The reason being is that she wanted one more person to do a DP act with. We're outside an area that has a lot of trees, which makes the whole area look dark, and I can remember the small specks of light hitting through the gaps of the leaves on the trees. It felt like being at a park because there was so much green grass all over.

      There were a few picnic tables all over, and I decided I should go ahead and sit on top of the table of one for the time being while this Gabby lookalike desperately searches for a partner who can do horrible things with her private parts. I start to speculate if I'm really part of the scene, but I'd assume so because I don't think I could deal with looking at people having sex alone when I would be a few feet from actually taking part in it.....

      Anyway, Gabby is so fucking nice to these people, it's hilarious, and even though I can't hear a word that she's saying when she's scouting potential DP partners, it's basically her saying,

      "Hey, wanna fuck?"

      I think she finds a partner, though I don't really pay attention to who, and we happened to find some random person who feels like he could be a porn star to me, or just knows way too much about porn. The guy is very muscular, pretty tall, is wearing a black vest and black shorts I think.

      I would say he looked like The Rock in a way, and he asked us something, probably to Gabby if she's actually going to engage in DP. I don't know who popped the question to him, maybe it could be me, but someone asks him about some porn scene that was also a DP scene.

      He thinks for a moment,

      "Oooohhh, uuuhhh, OH YEAH!"

      And he suddenly is able to recall the title of the DP scene....WOAH.

      All I could remember next is me, Gabby, and the DP partner saying our goodbyes to the random dude.

      Hmmmm too bad I can't remember what happened next...
      Scholarships Store (Non-lucid)


      I'm inside of a random supermarket type of place with a black flooring with a shine to it, probably because of the lights emitting from above. I look around the shelves from the left, and find that most of it is empty.

      It seems as if everyone took all the good stuff already, and I only could see a few things that would somewhat be enticing enough to look at. I already knew that this dream itself, and the items themselves are opportunities for Scholarships.

      Okay subconscious, I have little opportunity for Scholarships or something? Hmmm.....or maybe you're trying to tell me something else....sigh, if only I was competent to know how a part of me thinks.

      I looked at one item near the beginning of the aisle, and move it around with my hands a bit, and then put it back down. I looked at other stuff, but other than that, that's all I really remember.

      Starting Up a Car (Non-lucid)


      I'm sitting on the passenger seat inside of a car, and there seems to be a problem with starting up the vehicle. It feels like I'm in New York, judging by a few people that I know are there being in the dream.

      One man, let's call him Rob, an Indian man, comes in to turn the key for the vehicle all the way, causing it to accelerate like crazy while in the parking position. This finally starts the vehicle.

      Updated 08-14-2012 at 04:41 PM by 47756