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    About to Die, $120 Billion Dachshund, Tutorial, Half Naked at Shrimp Store, Too Early For Work

    by , 12-30-2015 at 05:45 PM (353 Views)
    30.12.2015
    I'm About To Die (DILD)

    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    Iím inside of a house with someone that looks oddly familiar, and it made me slightly melancholic over who it was, and what would happen later on. The atmospheric overlay of the dream was this blurry yellow that varied depending on the context of the dream, but things were still pretty realistic.

    Weíre navigating through a house, and weíre following someone who seems to want to sell it to us, or at least look around as prospective clients. I believe the person Iím with is wearing a yellow jacket with a dark orange shirt underneath, and some basic, blue skinny jeans. Her hair is tied up, and she seems to be fairly casual in her movements.

    Weíre at the backyard of the house, and I noticed thereís a map in front of us. Itís placed on top of this white stoned stand thatís maybe 3-4 feet tall. The color of the fences are brown, and thereís a few accessories outside, but I didnít pay too much attention to them. I get closer to the map, and started to look at it, and it zooms in to where itís covering my perspective in the dream. I can see all sorts of things from the bedrooms, the bathrooms, and just how spacious this house seems to potentially be for two people wanting to buy it.

    I started to get weird sensations in my dream body that something ominous will happen. We decided to go inside quickly by opening the glass patio door with a black handle, and weíre finally inside one of the rooms that seems like a conduit to other sections of the house. The carpet seems to be this milky white color thatís saturated with the yellow/orange lighting of the house.

    Naturally, one of us closes the patio door, and noticed one of the doors in front of us is moving sporadically near the golden-brown doorknob. Sheís trying to reach out for the door to open it, but is hesitant, but gets tempted the more we have to wait. Iím standing still with my arms around my head looking at her, but not saying anything to her in fear that whoever is on the other side might hear us.

    The tension augments, and her hand gets close and closer, but she keeps retracting. I hear doorbell ringing for a few times, but didnít trust that this encounter would be friendly whatsoever. The girl unfortunately succumbs to opening the door, and out comes an entity wearing a yellow hoodie, and a Scream mask, and was at least 6í to 6í 5íí tall.


    I see their wielding something, and looks like it could be a long gun, shotgun, or even just a metal bat, but whatever the case, I started to panic. They look at the girl first, but I didnít hear any gunshots, but I wasnít able to even concentrate on her existence at all. I was more concerned over mine, and even though it was a dream, I could get over predispositions to want to assume a fetal position, and a state of helplessness. I just wanted to wake up, and even told the entity to just go ahead and do it. Theyíre looking down on me, but there isnít an immediate reaction to shoot, or whatever mode of action of injuring me.

    I just wanted to wake upÖ


    Not in fear over what would happen, no, I'm not going to die in a dream. But more so of what happened to her, even if it may have been a symbolic representation of something else. Whatever it is, it's not good, and is probably something for me to be cautious for.

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    30.12.2015
    Running Away & The $120 Billion Dachshund (DILD)

    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    This dream is convoluted in some circumstances, and this impression could be that I was shifting my perspective to other people, or something. Iím inside this grandiose educational facility that was revealed to be a rich, High School facility of some sort.

    The first experience that comes to me is being inside of a dark room, but being able to see the auditorium on front of me through an open wall slit thatís about two feet in length, and 5-7 feet wide. I noticed that this area is probably the room for containing some of the musical instruments, and other accessories. I see that thereís some kind of function going on, but it doesnít involve a lot of people.

    Thereís maybe 25-40 people taking a quick glance, and I noticed that I could be on show in front of these people. I can hear muffled sounds for a bit, and then it became a little clearer. The person outside of me would eventually have a Bill Nye type of visage, but there were several nuances later on that would make me think otherwise.

    I feel that I need to escape this area, even though things seem peaceful at first. I just get a weird vibe that I should just get out of this place, but in a casual manner to prevent suspicions.

    But, I go ahead and make a dash out of the room, and went to the left side of the auditorium to catapult myself upwards on the black set of stairs that stretch at least 50-60 feet diagonally. For some reason, I noticed one person sitting down casually with their arms pressed against the side of their stomach, and their hands coming together to clasp each other. He was Hispanic, bald, and had a thin goatee. Heís wearing a red worker shirt, and some black pants, and as Iím continuing to dash, he glances at me for a second in shock.

    The audience seems to have their attention towards me now, but I didnít care. I finally reach the top of a semi-dark room with a dim, white/yellow lighting on the top right side of me. As Iím preparing to plan my course of action, I figure that going straight down to the right was practical. At the onset of this, I hear someone telling me,

    ďBrandon, I have pictures from your profile/phoneÖĒ I stop for a moment with eyes wide open, and started to question if there was any inappropriate content, but I reconciled with myself once more that itís nothing to worry about indirectly due to it being a dream.

    I shifted back to being apathetic once more, but took a quick glance over to see the visage that matched the voice that declared this to me. It was a slightly obese, Hispanic female that I work with at the time with long, black curly hair. Sheís wearing her worker uniform, and Iíll just nickname her MT for now. MT thinks said profession would have me tempted to give up, and she tries to look over when sheís like 150-200 feet away from me.

    I continue moving forward, and notice more random dream characters show up, and all of them have realistic visages, and a believable existence so clear and crisp. I could see the detail of their shirts, the sub-surface scattering from where the white/orange lighting is the conduit in emitting it on their body.

    For some reason, I think there was a rendezvous point to meet someone, but for most of the dream, it was me running for my own sake. I noticed other people were following me, but they werenít after me, presumably. I continue running in varying degrees, and moving around in directions I canít really have a mental map over. The first exit outside I see is to my right, and outside is just absolutely beautiful in spite of the bland setting the moment I step out.

    For the first few 20 feet or so, thereís gray concrete along with some gray walls with no stylization to them; just a pasty looking appearance. There are a few fancy umbrellas in the middle of some tables with metal chairs stacked around them that were black barred, or had a gray metallic composition with some strong fabric for the seating and back rest.

    Iím running, and aiming to go up, or down the stairs in this fairly long area of the environment. It leads to other areas inside, as if rooms were built underneath the natural landscape of the region thatís presumed to be a fall overtone.

    At some point in the dream, I noticed thereís this girl thatís oddly familiar, and weíll just nickname her AriW for now. AriW has her short hairstyle that seems to garner a lot of men her way to compliment, but this is just a characterization of her. Sheís wearing this dark, golden leather jacket with this shirt that is a mix of red, orange, and black, and sheís wearing either light blue skinny jeans, or black ones.

    Sheís following me, and I felt a natural ease around her, but as Iím trying to escape, I noticed that sheís catapulting herself to latch onto my back. She starts to get obsessive towards me, and I canít make out what sheís telling me. I just hear her giggles, and she had a strong resistance to hold me back.

    Iím struggling to get her off of me, even though it wouldnít have been difficult to continue running. Her bonding with me seemed way too strong, and it was an unsolicited one. I was going off of predisposition to deter away from her in spite of her attractive visage in waking life.

    Unfortunately, in order to get her off my back, literally, I had to twist around, or something, and use my arms to grab some portion of her body, and throw her on the ground. She still maintains that fucking disturbing visage that I just canít get out of my mind even after what I did to her; just an entity with no soul inside of her; like all she could do was have her eyes open, and the smile implanted into her visage.

    The creepiness lingered on for a few seconds, and I reign in my sense of self, and managed to get out of this area. I noticed that Iím wearing a black shirt, and basic blue jeans at the moment, but the style may have fluctuated throughout the dream.


    Now that this part was accomplish, the next event involves me looking inside that same auditorium, and this time, I think Iím in a spectate point of view where I donít pay too much attention on whether or not Iím in my dream body. Thereís this Plexiglas thatís rectangular, and is around 10 feet tall, and 15-20 feet wide. Thereís someone inside thatís being treated like this circus freak for some reason.

    Things become equivocal in the dream in relation to the context of whatís going on. Thereís this bald man thatís wearing this fancy gray dress jacket and pants, and a red dress shirt with a white collar of some sort, and a jet black with a mťlange of blue tie. He has this position where he is upright, and is blabbering on about the subject inside the Plexiglas container.

    The person inside seems to be a dimwit; completely devoid of any cognitive ability that indicates that he has some kind of awareness over whatís going on. All heís staring at is this thin bordered green rectangle in front of him thatís probably 12 inches tall, and 15 inches wide. Thereís a holographic vibe to it, and the more he presses it, it emits this voom, woom sound thatís pulsating. He seems to enjoy doing this, and how he gets out is very contrived.

    The man that was outside somehow got his way into the Plexiglas container, and was probably going to do some maintenance for either the person, or the container itself. Thereís this piece of paper that has this small cut at the edge, and thereís random black font around it. Thereís a green strip at the opposite edge of it, and for some reason, I think putting the piece of paper near the green rectangle can activate something. And I donít know whoís doing it, but itís being done, and thereís a gap thatís being opened up to where the seemingly incompetent dimwit is holding it, and maintains a position where his hands are holding both sides of the paper, and he bends his knees to where he dolphin dives his way out of the container.

    He somehow runs and escapes, and everyone starts to panic a bit, but heís no threat. The man that was inside quickly came outside to profess a manhunt for this individual. And he brings out some documentation, or check, and he professes that this ďdogĒ is actually worth $120 billion dollars.


    I zoom in on the check/documentation, and itís at least $120,607,XXX,XXX. It looks like a cashierís check now that I think about it more, and the guy is offering $50 billion dollars that would be divided in 2 if anyone can capture this individual.

    I decided to dissipate from the environment, and felt there wasnít much meaning to it at all.


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    30.12.2015
    Tutorial/Model Melanged Together (DILD)

    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    Iím looking at a tutorial I made in real life, and navigated through the video only to realize Iím also capable of rotating the model at will.
    Woah.


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    30.12.2015
    Wearing Underwear At The Shrimp Store (DILD)NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    So, I and a few people have intentions to go out somewhere, specifically the shrimp store for something. I had a feeling it would be a section from a larger retail store similar to one I work at. It was nighttime in the dream, and things felt pretty realistic, but I had some assurance that itís merely a dream. I noticed that I was paying attention to my body more without even looking at it; there was just these feelings coming out for me to pay attention to my body, but I shrugging it off.

    We end up going inside the large grocery retail store, and proceeded to go to the shrimp store, presumably. We had to sit around for a bit, and the people I was with were probably gone. I noticed that as Iím lurking around the area randomly, thereís this guy that looks like one of my previous bossís boss at another store that Iíll nickname Veg for now. Heís wearing a light blue dress shirt, and has the same bald spot as ever, and is looking at me funny like Iím doing something funny.

    He picks up his phone, which prompts me to want to pick up mine, and I noticed that heís trying to call me, but thereís some difficulty. So I get close to him, and tried to structure a query of what he felt was peculiar about me. He was on his laptop going through YouTube videos of Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds parodies, and had a playlist of ďThings to say to Yu-Gi-Oh! Card tradersĒ or something like that.



    I see an image of Yusei Fudo in one of the thumbnails with his face at an angle towards the bottom left corner of the screen, and with the movement of his visage, itís like heís moving fast, or something with huge eyes trying to drawing a card for exaggerated theatrics.

    Then, something came over me, and I realized that I was only wearing underwear, and maybe some long boots. I felt awkward, but the dream characters didnít mind. I believe I called someone to tell them that Iíll be going inside the car for the time being until theyíre done, which they didnít mind.

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    30.12.2015
    Too Early For Work (DILD)

    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    So, Iím inside a store again, and this feels like a continuation of the previous dream. Itís morning time, and I feel that I need to arrive to work around 11:15AM or so. I start doing things around the store, but nothing related to working at all. Iím walking around with a blue shirt, and brown pants, and I noticed a co-worker, that Iíll nickname ShaP, who tells me that theyíre a little t
    Naturally, I look down, and theyíre kind of saggy, and donít really feel tight at all. She starts professing other stuff in this trailing voice as if sheís really into me. I shrug this off, and get pissed off at her apprehension for personal reasons that I rather not talk about. I move on, and turn around to get away from her. Then, I realized that I work at 12PM instead, and quickly ran to the nearest person that could be in a similar position as I am.

    I see itís the short girl that should be a cashier in waking life, and sheís holding the iPhone with the scheduling for co-workers. I try to tell her about this, and she seems pre-occupied with things, or maybe is flustered with people coming towards her for help, and other inquiries. I try to tell her several times again, but gave up, and presumed she got it.

    I go outside while feeling ShaP is still glancing over me, which is really different than the other dream above this one where I thought we were going to die. Ugh.

    So, I go outside to my car, and decided to start it while thinking of where I could go for the time being.

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    Updated 12-30-2015 at 05:49 PM by 47756

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