18.01.2016Through the Broken Window (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Coming out of the house through window and worried about relative thinking window is broken. They make the hand gesture of "hurry up!" which entailed that the structure of the window was the least of their concerns. I go into the vehicle, and somehow, the vehicle in the backyard shifts its way outward. _________________________ 18.01.2016Lady Kills Two Murderers (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID People out to kill a man, then a lady comes in to kill one of them running away by his neck with a sword 1800s type of clothing - Small room - She's wearing a dark green dress - Dress style she's wearing is akin to the female in the dream collapsing in Inception; remember that.
17.01.2016The Chicken Breast Rooftop Challenge (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m standing on top of a blue, pastel stylized rooftop with another dream characters. The plot of the dream was to ensure that the chicken breast packages that you would typically see in grocery retail wouldn’t topple over. How I assessed this was by standing in the center, and then analyzing the environment through different angles to calculate which crevice underneath the peculiar roofing would have the chicken breast packages fall over. There was one moment where there’s an old lady underneath walking out, and I had the feeling that the chicken breast package on that side would topple over. I dash over, and managed to place it back through the slot in time. Fortunately, there was about 30 seconds left on the timer displayed on top in the dream. And as soon as it reached zero, I take a jump into the blue abyss below me, and start looking at the area I was just in. It was contained in some transparent sphere, and I’m falling at a moderate pace while smiling at someone, but I’m not sure who.
16.01.2016Kicked Out of Vehicle (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m being kicked out of a car by some relatives, and while I’m looking at the environment, I lose incentive to carry out the rest of the dream.
14.01.2016Dog Dissipates Into Puddle (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The atmosphere entails that it’s early morning, or the afternoon that’s shrouded with clouds. There’s an overlay of orange everywhere around me, and everything feels so clean and nice outside. It’s raining, and there’s a black dog with large quantities of fur that’s stuck in a puddle. I try to save it, but it somehow dissipates into the puddle. For reasons unknown, I’m breaking a banana once, and then again after the event. I think I was grieving for the loss of the dog transiently, and I shift my focus on the next driveway that looks like a place that I currently reside in. I see three Hispanic entities that come out of nowhere, and I follow them. _________________________ 14.01.2016She's Bagging Thin Air & Being Asked Dating Advice (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, another dream of the girl that I’ll nickname ShaP. She’s glancing at me when I’m not, and then said glancing isn’t contingent on that anymore. She’s bagging for a bit, but isn’t really touching anything. Then, another girl that looks like AngeliT asks me for dating advice.
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11.01.2016I Live To Serve Her & Flirting With a Girl (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m on my way to open at work, and the parking lot, if it’s even considered one, is so grandiose that getting from point A to B would seem to take a long time, but it didn’t. I see a large gray stoned wall that looks like stone doors of some sort. I’m wearing some gray dress pants, and a gray shirt as well, though, before the encounter with a certain dream character, it felt as if I was wearing a green shirt instead. I’m in a fairly active mood, and feel so energetic that it slowly bleeds into how I interact with people. The first entity within my peripheral vision was an Asian male that’s probably in his early 20s as me that looks like a parking lot attendant I know. I’m not fixated so much on him other than the fact that he’s wearing a bright, lime shirt, and black shorts. He’s just strolling around, I guess, and as I’m moving forward, I encounter a blonde female with a heavy foreign accent. She’s wearing a white vest, and some black pants/shorts. She has her hair tied up in a ponytail, and as I get closer to her, she professes to me, in a manner of jest: “You should live to serve me,” and smiles. As I’m trying to process the words, I was looking at her reaction to really see if she’s just joking around But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something between the lines of said profession. I basically shrug it off while retaining a transient smile, and go inside the doors that start to open up. It’s this spacious garage with all sorts of stuff that I didn’t bother paying attention to. The two main colors that came to mind were brown mixed with a bit of dark violet, and this light turquoise color that has this chalky overtone to it. I see two girls that I’ll nickname Bail and ArtGirl10; the former of darker skin complexion, and the other that’s lighter. I fixate on the latter, and she says I look different physically. For some odd reason, I get a surge of motivation to start flirting with her physically. I go up to her, smile, and take my finger to rub her nose. She giggles for a bit and asks where I got the shirt, because apparently, it costs like $70 bucks online. I have an “uhh” moment, and we part ways after that. Meanwhile, Bail says, “3 XXX,” and I feel I’m shifted into another dream. _________________________ 11.01.2016Shaking Hands to Break Gregarious Tension (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside of a house that is dark brown mostly pertaining to the walls and ceiling, and golden for the flooring; a little nuances of brown blotched in as well. I can see that there’s this indirect gregarious tension with my presence in here, but the individuals remain quiet while trying to find something to distract themselves from making it explicitly awkward. To dissipate the tension, I took the decency to start shaking hands with everyone, and they all naturally complied. I reached to the point where I interacted with an obese female that’s wearing this black dress with some dark pink flowers surrounding it along with a fancy black hat as if it was 1930s style, or something. I started to hug her for a bit, and as I’m trying to release my grasp, I awkwardly touched the gap towards her armpit, and eventually to the muscles that would connect to the top left region of her breasts. I try to pretend that I didn’t notice this, and see seems fairly nonchalant in this being done. I turn around immediately, and proceeded to move forward, and then to the right to go into another room. The entrance to the room that I have to turn to the right once more involves this dark red drapery that hangs to the sides like “Y Y.” I see there are some chairs that are dark red for the base and back rest, and bordered with golden colors. I go inside to immediately sit, and just reveled in being alone while feeling I’m waiting for someone, or some event to take place.
09.01.2016The Annoying Dog & Co-Worker (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm driving a vehicle akin to the old Mazda vehicle I use in waking life. I'm on my way to park near the uphill driveway, and as I'm heading out, I turn my back and noticed that 30-50 feet away from me is a Dalmatian that coincidentally turns its head around as well. It doesn’t seem threatening, but it has a neutral look on its visage that makes me want to take precaution. I see that it’s coming towards me, and I quickly go back into the driver’s seat, and closed the door. I lock the vehicle just in case, and the dog is still around moving about on the left hand side still. So, I wind down the window a little bit, and started flapping my left hand around, and subsequently making “Shoo! Get!” professions hoping that the dog will want to get away. I noticed that the dream itself seems to have that atmospheric overlay akin to waking life, even though some parts were a bit blurry; mostly due to peripheral vision, I guess. I started to grasp the vividness of the dream when I tried to open the door slightly, and the dog wanted to come in via putting its mouth through the small gap, but it wasn’t intended to bite me. I wasn’t hearing any barking or growling, and saw that it was mostly panting. I saw its teeth, and fixated on looking at my feet, and noticed the clarity behind the texture of the flooring of the car. I can see I’m wearing brown shoes, khaki pants, and probably a cool colored shirt (light blue). I’m moving my feet around in a frenzy while trying to close the door, and eventually proceeded to take my left foot to deter it away from me. Somehow, the dog is on the other side once more, and just as I’m trying to get out of the vehicle, someone that looks like a co-worker of mien is next to that dog. Let’s describe the guy as dark skin, big lips, and has a haircut as well that starts with the name “D.” He’s wearing a red hoodie with some dark blue jeans, and brown shoes. He turns around, and has his lips puckered up a bit with his eyes squinting for a bit, and he comes to me to ask a question on some vague concept with rapping, or something. I immediately responded, for some odd reason: “Darius is that way,” as I’m pointing my right hand diagonally to the right of the location the guy was at, albeit a bit further than that. The dog is still there, but it looks at me with its googly eyes, and I presume the person is their owner. After that, I just head back into the house, and it’s most likely just navigating through an empty area.
08.01.2016The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, I’m going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Denny’s. The flooring consists of a bland, dark green carpet with some blotches in it, and the walls are dark brown, with no attempts at hiding the creases of the planks utilized to sustain the composition. The lighting is surprisingly bright, and most of the area seems to be dark, and I noticed the light seems to conform to wherever our current proximity is. I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I’m getting flashes that I’m probably wearing a sky blue dress shirt with some black dress pants, and brown shoes; maybe even a Khaki/vanilla colored dress shirt with similar colored dress pants as well. So, as we’re going inside, there’s a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for “two,” but noticed it was putting up for 3, but the waitress inferred that it was for two instead. I quickly put my right hand down, and tried to shrug off the awkward situation. The waitress is wearing a black shirt, pants, and an apron as well. She looks like she’s in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail that’s scattered about at the ends, and has some makeup that makes her visage a little bulkier, but not in terms of fat. There was something attractive about it, but I can’t fathom precisely why. She has the menu on her left hand, and it’s a vanilla sheet of paper that’s protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. She’s waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesn’t touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and I’m tempted to look at her rear because she’s moving like a pendulum. She turns her head to the side, and I feel she noticed, and she quickly turned back to the front to continue guiding us where to go. Just when she thought she would find a table for us, I glanced over to my right of a Non-Smoking section stated for verbatim. As she’s preparing to make a complete 180 to eventually ask us if this table will be alright, I asked her if we can go into the non-smoking section. Before I bother listening to her retort, I noticed the table we would’ve sat around had some random dream characters that were already preparing themselves to eat, which was really awkward for the waitress to suggest. She eventually guides us through the non-smoking area, and this environment is starting to feel like some grandiose train with several layers going laterally for some reason due to the how every time we go through a door, it’s like going through the train’s door and mini-hallways before going to the next section. There was this old school vibe behind the train, but it was fairly maintained in appearance. We eventually reach to the other end, and noticed that there’s some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. They’re covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. There’s some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but I’m not interested in going into detail on that. So, we’re sitting down, and we finally prepare for what to eat. I remember there were other dream characters that were talking and asking people certain questions like their childhood, etc. I think I pitched in at some point, and started having flashes fabricated out of nowhere. It’s like each flash was a pocket dimension for me to experience those moments that I never really experienced before. These little conduits were transient, but somehow gave me the implication that I had these experiences before, even though I explicitly can say with confidence that these were merely fabricated. Some things that came to mind entailed me running around this tropical beach area where there are some fancy houses around; like some large backyard where there’s this gregarious hangout, and everyone has a spirited disposition. I see remnants of my visage as a child, and me moving around with joy, and then said entity twirling around to face towards me smiling, and then dissipating. I go back into being aware of the current environment with the restaurant section, and things start fading out from there. _________________________ 08.01.2016Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that I’m in some train, but still feel a bit too large for the notion. Things are darker than the previous dream, and the orange lighting is the dominate feature that bleeds into the brown-colored theme of the walls, furniture, and cabinets as well. There’s this surreal vibe I’m picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that I’m going through a resting period from some kind of conflict, or objective that was chaotic, I think. Whatever the case, I move forward to an area that looks like a mini-bar, and it seems that it’s already at its closing period, and I noticed an Asian female is all by herself sitting down preparing to munch down on some late night food. She has this waitress outfit where the black dress on top of the white dress shirt she’s wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. She’s really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance. She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though she’s not paying too much attention to me. I noticed that Shane West is also preparing to sit next to her, and asked her while pointing at some Tacos, “Are you going to eat that?” She makes the “No” gesture, and he proceeds to sit down. I go forward, and go around the side and asked her if I can eat some as well. She moves around to sit next to the middle of me and Shane West, and she continues eating. I sit down, and I take that as a “yes,” and proceeded to take one of the tacos. The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese that’s dripping on the sides very slowly. I can see the viscosity glaring at me along with the warm ground beef, and the vegetable toppings with lettuce, tomatoes, and such drenched on the top. I knew it was a dream, and it’s not like I’m cheating on a diet, or anything. I take one long bite where I get my teeth into the taco, and moved my tongue around as if I was trying to caress it, and took a long series of chews to absorb the bulkiness of it all. I can feel the cheesy juices going into my throat, and I let out those “Hmm..Hmm..” sounds. I told her that this is really good, and started to munch them down one by one. I felt a slight disturbance in my stomach, but I didn’t care. The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.
03.01.2016Bees That Live In The Water (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, there's this obese female that's akin to a co-worker of mine that I'll nickname MariT. She's trying to run away from some bees via going into some water, and when she does, she comes out green, and bees come out of the water to sting her. She's like, "Help me, Brandon," in this really, really awkward declaration for help. Also, the graphics for the dream is akin to a side scroller game in 2D. Funny thing, when I met her today, she was busy eating some chocolate. But I'm wondering why I've had a few dreams about her lately. There aren't any romantic connotations, so it could just be random noises firing at random contexts, I guess.
02.01.2016The Smell of Blood In The Fancy Hallway (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m transitioning into a dream somehow, maybe through DEILD when I set an alarm to wake me up. The first immersive sensation that I’m experiencing is the smell of blood. And it’s so overwhelming, I couldn’t help but wonder what’s really going on. I didn’t feel it translated in waking life, even though the smell was potent, and I realized I’m inside a fancy castle-esque hallway. It’s grandiose in size, and seems to be highly maintained in spite of the smell of blood engulfing the area. The main attraction of this hallway is the black and white checkered tiling that’s about three or so feet in width. The external tiling from that is your simple dirty vanilla color that’s just as clean as the checkered region. I navigate the hallway, quickly glancing over the sections with fancy chandeliers, and the bright little speckles or yellow light with a subtle presence of orange for the rim lighting. I noticed diagonally to the right of me, a female wearing a red dress is trying to get some other male entity off her body. They were grappling her shoulders, and she managed to push them off, and somehow comes to my path as if she knew I was already there. She gets closer to me, and she has an uncanny visage that I’m trying to figure out who she could be an amalgam of. I paid attention to my breathing for a moment, and felt at ease with her, but she still looks like the perfect stranger, and yet the moment she was next to me, it’s like there was this invisible veneer that diluted whatever feelings of anxiety I had along with the smell of blood that was so dominant. I don’t think it was an infatuation with her, but more of a camaraderie type of relationship with her that could easily bleed into romantic undertones. She’s folding her arms together, and hands her hands near her cleavage, and she’s looking up at me with this distinct smile that also seems to be recovering from the previous attack from the male entity that looks like those Las Plagas monks from Resident Evil 4. She’s trying to ease her breathing a bit, and I told her that I thought she was Ada at first glance. I didn’t know what I meant by professing “Ada,” at first, and presumed later that I meant Ada from the Resident Evil series. Her red dress was pretty interesting even though I couldn’t absorb a lot of detail in it. But, I could tell that it mostly entailed of a mélange of lingerie near her breasts, and silk for the rest of it; mostly the leg region. We had a quick conversation where I initiated with a question, and I can’t remember what it was in particular, but I do know her response emotionally was being perplexed as to why I would presume such a thing. We’re running towards the nearest exit, which is literally straight ahead, and the dream transitions to where walking through muddy water that’s thigh deep. In front of us is this large brown mountain, and there’s a cave entrance with an uphill to it that eventually looks like stairs made out of stone, or the natural material from the mountain itself. There are a few people inside trying to get us into the cave to escape whatever it is. But for some reason, we’re having a few problems. As we’re on our way, some person is shouting from the background of how Shia LaBeouf is needed for something, and the more this is professed, the more I see the person doing this is actually him to some extent. However, this could just be a misinterpretation as the individual was far away from us. Some other points: - There was mentioning of Fallout to some extent as well. While I’m trying to navigate the muddy waters, I lose sight of the person that was following me, but I had a feeling she was still with me. At least, she was probably behind me trying to fight through the streaming water. I don’t know what we’re doing together, but this person seems oddly familiar, and I can’t help but feel we planned out an adventure like this in the first place.
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