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    1. Through the Broken Window, Lady Kills Two Murderers

      by , 01-19-2016 at 06:19 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      18.01.2016
      Through 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.

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      18.01.2016
      Lady 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.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. The Chicken Breast Rooftop Challenge

      by , 01-19-2016 at 06:17 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      17.01.2016
      The Chicken Breast Rooftop Challenge (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím 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 wouldnít 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 thereís 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 Iím falling at a moderate pace while smiling at someone, but Iím not sure who.
    3. Kicked Out of Vehicle

      by , 01-19-2016 at 06:17 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      16.01.2016
      Kicked Out of Vehicle (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      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.

      Categories
      lucid
    4. Dog Dissipates Into Puddle, She's Bagging Thin Air & I'm Being Asked Dating Advice

      by , 01-19-2016 at 06:15 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      14.01.2016
      Dog Dissipates Into Puddle (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      The atmosphere entails that itís early morning, or the afternoon thatís shrouded with clouds. Thereís an overlay of orange everywhere around me, and everything feels so clean and nice outside.

      Itís raining, and thereís a black dog with large quantities of fur thatís stuck in a puddle. I try to save it, but it somehow dissipates into the puddle. For reasons unknown, Iím 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.

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      14.01.2016
      She's Bagging Thin Air & Being Asked Dating Advice (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So, another dream of the girl that Iíll nickname ShaP. Sheís glancing at me when Iím not, and then said glancing isnít contingent on that anymore. Sheís bagging for a bit, but isnít really touching anything. Then, another girl that looks like AngeliT asks me for dating advice.

      Updated 01-19-2016 at 06:22 PM by 47756

      Tags: dog, puddle, rain
      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    5. I Live To Serve Her & Flirting With a Girl | Shaking Hands to Break Gregarious Tension

      by , 01-12-2016 at 02:34 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      11.01.2016
      I Live To Serve Her & Flirting With a Girl (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím on my way to open at work, and the parking lot, if itís even considered one, is so grandiose that getting from point A to B would seem to take a long time, but it didnít. I see a large gray stoned wall that looks like stone doors of some sort. Iím 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.

      Iím 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 thatís probably in his early 20s as me that looks like a parking lot attendant I know. Iím not fixated so much on him other than the fact that heís wearing a bright, lime shirt, and black shorts.

      Heís just strolling around, I guess, and as Iím moving forward, I encounter a blonde female with a heavy foreign accent. Sheís 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:

      ďYou should live to serve me,Ē and smiles. As Iím trying to process the words, I was looking at her reaction to really see if sheís just joking around

      But I couldnít 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. Itís this spacious garage with all sorts of stuff that I didnít 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 Iíll nickname Bail and ArtGirl10; the former of darker skin complexion, and the other thatís 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 ďuhhĒ moment, and we part ways after that. Meanwhile, Bail says, ď3 XXX,Ē and I feel Iím shifted into another dream.

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      11.01.2016
      Shaking Hands to Break Gregarious Tension (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím 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 thereís 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 thatís 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 Iím 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 didnít 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 ďY Y.Ē 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 Iím waiting for someone, or some event to take place.
    6. The Annoying Dog & Co-Worker

      by , 01-10-2016 at 06:20 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      09.01.2016
      The 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 doesnít seem threatening, but it has a neutral look on its visage that makes me want to take precaution.

      I see that itís coming towards me, and I quickly go back into the driverís 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 ďShoo! Get!Ē 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 wasnít intended to bite me.

      I wasnít 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 Iím wearing brown shoes, khaki pants, and probably a cool colored shirt (light blue).

      Iím 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 Iím trying to get out of the vehicle, someone that looks like a co-worker of mien is next to that dog.

      Letís describe the guy as dark skin, big lips, and has a haircut as well that starts with the name ďD.Ē Heís 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:

      ďDarius is that way,Ē as Iím 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 itís most likely just navigating through an empty area.

      Categories
      lucid
    7. The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories | Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady

      by , 01-08-2016 at 04:37 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      08.01.2016
      The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So, Iím going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Dennyís. 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. Iím not sure what Iím wearing, but Iím getting flashes that Iím 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 weíre going inside, thereís a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for ďtwo,Ē 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 sheís in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail thatís 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 canít fathom precisely why.

      She has the menu on her left hand, and itís a vanilla sheet of paper thatís protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. Sheís waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesnít touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and Iím tempted to look at her rear because sheís 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 sheís 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 wouldíve 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, itís like going through the trainís 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 thereís some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. Theyíre covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. Thereís some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but Iím not interested in going into detail on that.

      So, weíre 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.

      Itís 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 thereís 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.


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      08.01.2016
      Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that Iím 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.

      Thereís this surreal vibe Iím picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that Iím 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 itís 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 sheís wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. Sheís really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance.

      She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though sheís 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,


      ďAre you going to eat that?Ē

      She makes the ďNoĒ 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 ďyes,Ē and proceeded to take one of the tacos.

      The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese thatís 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 itís not like Iím 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 ďHmm..Hmm..Ē 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 didnít care.

      The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.
    8. Bees That Live In The Water

      by , 01-04-2016 at 05:45 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      03.01.2016
      Bees 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.
      Tags: bees, water
      Categories
      lucid
    9. The Smell of Blood In The Fancy Hallway

      by , 01-02-2016 at 10:36 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      02.01.2016
      The Smell of Blood In The Fancy Hallway (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím transitioning into a dream somehow, maybe through DEILD when I set an alarm to wake me up. The first immersive sensation that Iím experiencing is the smell of blood. And itís so overwhelming, I couldnít help but wonder whatís really going on. I didnít feel it translated in waking life, even though the smell was potent, and I realized Iím inside a fancy castle-esque hallway.

      Itís 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 thatís about three or so feet in width. The external tiling from that is your simple dirty vanilla color thatís 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 Iím 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, itís 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 donít think it was an infatuation with her, but more of a camaraderie type of relationship with her that could easily bleed into romantic undertones. Sheís folding her arms together, and hands her hands near her cleavage, and sheís 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.

      Sheís trying to ease her breathing a bit, and I told her that I thought she was Ada at first glance. I didnít know what I meant by professing ďAda,Ē at first, and presumed later that I meant Ada from the Resident Evil series. Her red dress was pretty interesting even though I couldnít absorb a lot of detail in it. But, I could tell that it mostly entailed of a mťlange 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 canít 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. Weíre running towards the nearest exit, which is literally straight ahead, and the dream transitions to where walking through muddy water thatís thigh deep.

      In front of us is this large brown mountain, and thereís 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, weíre having a few problems.

      As weíre 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 Iím 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 donít know what weíre doing together, but this person seems oddly familiar, and I canít help but feel we planned out an adventure like this in the first place.


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

      by , 12-30-2015 at 05:45 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      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.

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

      Categories
      nightmare , memorable , lucid
    11. She's Zoning Out Near the Board

      by , 12-27-2015 at 05:59 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      27.12.2015
      She's Zoning Out Near the Board (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I saw one of the admins at work looking at a huge board stuck in the small hallway to the breakroom. She said ďHiĒ to me, and immediately turned her back to zone out looking at the board once more. Sheís wearing some cool colored light jacket that has horizontal black stripes, a white shirt underneath, and dark blue jeans that conformed to the composition of her legs.

      It seemed to have been an epoch of early sunset, and I felt awkward having to gaze at her for a little while.


      I've had several dreams about her, but I always shrugged them off. I didn't want to put any intimate context in them, and even though she would technically be a higher-up, I never had problems with her. The only thing is that she tends to come over to me when she can, but usually I would have to be the one that says hello to her unless she wants to be a bit assertive.
      Categories
      lucid
    12. Dog Invades OJ-Filled Garage, The Rice Terrorists & Toy Snake

      by , 12-26-2015 at 07:40 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      25.12.2015
      Dog Invades Orange Juice Filled Garage (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      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.



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      25.12.2015
      The Rice Terrorists & Toy Snake (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      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.

    13. Light Bow Shooting, False Awakening, Confessing Love to Relative

      by , 12-22-2015 at 10:52 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      22.12.2015
      Light Bow Shooting In The Skyscraper Building (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Itís a rainy environment, and very dark with streetlights as the main source of lighting here. Thereís this green overtone thatís dominating the atmosphere, and has a Matrix-esque vibe to it. I believe Iím wearing a black trench coat, and Iím on my way to reach a huge skyscraper.

      For some reason, I felt the elevator outside was only capable of going down, but I was able to press a button, and wait until I reached whatever floor I intended to go to. I noticed I had the Light Bow akin to Twilight Princess, but Iím sure if I paid more attention to it, there would be more nuances.






      I reach the floor, and the first entity I counter was the Great Fairy Queen from Windwaker just casually power walking her away perpendicular to me. She looks up at me with a smile, and proceeds to go about to wherever, which seems to be the end of the wall.






      I start walking around, and I noticed to the right of me is a base with a desk, computer, and a few office chairs. Itís too quiet, and I felt Iíve been doing this a few times before. I expected guards to come out, and they did wearing your basic agent attire.

      I start aiming my arrows at them, but didnít pay too much attention on the outcome of the light arrow disintegrating their existence with light. Iím getting closer to the base that either has a door behind it, or an elevator. I keep moving while getting these weird vibes surging from the sides of my body and neck for whatís to come the more I venture around.

      I forget what Iím doing next.

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      22.12.2015
      False Awakening Gets Me Again (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So I wake up to look at the alarm on my phone, and it states 10 AM, or so. I get up to do stuff, but then dozed off somehow.

      Woke up some other time, and it was around 8 AM.

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      22.12.2015
      Telling Relative I Love Her (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I tell her that I love her, and her retort is being shocked, and then smiling.
    14. Walgreens Shootout & My Donation is Undermined

      by , 12-20-2015 at 05:35 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      19.12.2015
      Walgreens Shootout (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím going inside a store that resembles Walgreens, and outside is fairly dark. The dream itself is in this haze as if most movements made have a lingering trail of slow motion blur to it. Iím not sure what Iím going for at the moment, but I hear some stuttering and screams in the background, and quickly noticed that someone is armed with a gun in the store.

      He was black, wore a gray vest and dark colored pants, and had a muscular body. His hairstyle was probably a buzz haircut, and I could barely see any details in his visage, mostly because I was trying to hide from him like the others are doing. I kneel on the floor immediately, and started to panic a little bit, but then reigned myself back into place, and took advantage that I could see whatís going on in my surroundings in a third person viewpoint, and noticed that he, and potential accomplices were located.

      I remained in a stealth position with my knees bent, and literally fluctuating in standing on my toes, and having my feet firm on the ground. Iím wearing a black shirt and dark colored pants, and my main mode of stealth is this gray cabinet that stretches out for maybe ten feet, or so, and has this white backdrop sheet on the top of it. Thereís also others like it with varying sizes, and I take advantage of the mini-labyrinth.

      I noticed that he wasnít the only concern, as I get this weird vibe based from a mťlange of sensations with peripheral vision, and what have you, that there were two women that were armed. However, I felt that they could be after him, but there was too much equivocation going on. Iím on the right side of the main base of the cabinet, and this is the section of the store where thereís more light.

      I see a random Caucasian female appear, and sheís holding a basic black gun akin to the Western movies, and she turns around and points the gun at me. But after looking at me, her visage of terror turns neutral, and she moves on. I breathe for a little bit, and presumed that sheís after the male, and then just as Iím trying to reconcile myself again, I look around to my left while still maintain the third person camera view to see thereís an Asian female with a hair bun hairstyle and some black pins inside of it carrying a larger weapon; maybe a shotgun of some sort.

      Sheís walking slowly, and for some reason, the angle at the time felt as if Iím looking at her through a mirror that sheís walking towards. Sheís swaying her foot motion in this ďCĒ formation on her right side, and an inverted C for her left, and this is probably due to her wearing heels in general.

      She eventually gets to me, but she doesnít shoot me at all. The guy is getting closer, and I have a clarity of his location, but Iím not afraid anymore. I canít remember the rest.

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      19.12.2015
      My Donation is Undermined (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Strake Jesuit tennis player with bowl shaped hair hands over $600 when I thought handing $40-50 was good for some donation at a neighborhood. I was riding a bicycle in a neighborhood somewher.e
    15. I Think Its Jaw Moved...

      by , 12-20-2015 at 05:34 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      18.12.2015
      I Think Its Jaw Moved... (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So, here I am in this jungle that also has a base thatís structured as if there were human inhabitants; Aztecs and what have you. Looking up at the sky, itís clear as day, and the atmosphere above is light sky blue with a few clouds that are close to dissipating. Thereís a myriad of things I ended up doing, but I canít seem to recall everything in a sequential order.

      Itís almost as if this area in the dream was a hub for other dreams to occur. Some things that came to mind were:

      - Using weaponry to kill off all sorts of monsters from skeletons, and other disfigured entities. An image popped up of a huge skeleton thatís wearing this maroon helmet with gold trimmings that are about 3 inches in width, and theyíre wielding a generic round shield, and sword. I even glimpsed a few moments of a floating gun turret akin to one in MGSV.

      - Iím sitting, or trying to sit on one of many chairs laid out at another section in this grandiose environment, and I get a random mťlange of entities flashing around me.

      - I eventually start flying for a little bit to land on top of the huge machinery to slay the creatures I mentioned in the first part of this list.


      Then, after all that, and then some, there was a resting period. I believe I was traveling with someone, but I couldnít make out their visage at all. I tried to pay attention to their voice, but for all I know, they could be mute, or too shy to respond. Iím walking down a rectangular pathway composed of stone brick tiling filled with Natureís wear and tear, and greenery. Thereís this milky, yellow tint emitting off of these bricks, but itís not emissive.

      I see a few yards ahead that thereís two pitchers with a red base, and a white top. One of them is opened up with all sorts of juices and sodas, and when I get closer to them, it looks like a lot of Fanta juices from red, orange, and yellow. The other one is closed, and it almost felt like opening Pandoraís box. I think maybe I was a little exhausted from the previous events, and the dream starts equivocating like crazy from this point.

      Firstly, the pitcher seemed to have either dissipated, or shifted into a dead, black, crab thatís fairly huge in size. The outer regions of this entity consisted of a light brown trimming, and it really looked like it was dried up in some areas of its body.

      Then, its composition becomes nuanced significantly, and it looks like it could be a skeleton for something else to take shape from it. And every time I glance at it, and glance over something else, the form starts accumulating into something else entirely, and eventually looks like an unconscious black panther.

      For some odd reason, I was predisposed into wanting to take my right hand to try and open its mouth; as if I was still in the process of opening that other pitcher thatís still nowhere to be found. I immediately start controlling myself, and retracted the hand movement with a subsequent jolt, and started to push it towards my body, and made this weird shivering body gesture for a few seconds.

      It was clearly a black panther, and I can see that the sunlight above contributes to some parts of the highlights being violet in some way. When I started to step back from it, I see its jaw moveÖ

      I immediately made a retort towards my unknown dreaming comrade, ďI think its jaw just movedÖĒ We both naturally seemed to have wanted to walk back slowly just in case it reacted to sudden, powerful movements like sayÖRUNNING.

      After we reached a certain distance, we just turned around, and made a run for it. But as weíre doing that, Iím somehow looking at myself in front of me, and then zooming into the unconscious panther. I see that its visage is starting to have more nuances, and its body starts moving upwards a bit, and then its face starts shaking like crazy as if itís becoming conscious again.

      The moment it woke up, and while itís busy processing what environment itís in, I felt as if my ability to run is slowly decreasing. Either through me zooming in too much to want to naturally slow down, or just the fear gradually building up, and slowly paralyzing me instead of getting that kick in adrenaline.

      I noticed that the section weíre at now is this short distanced, but grandiose brown bridge with some subtle hints of red bled onto it. Iím holding on one of the wooden railings, and its literally being utilized as a crutch for me to hopefully propel myself. I can feel myself struggling a bit to pick up some speed, and the view of the panther from afar only makes things worse.

      I told the dream entity at the time to just RUNÖ.RUNÖRUN!!! I noticed for a few seconds that entity was a female. Sheís wearing a black jacket, white shirt underneath thatís a bit longer than the jacket, or maybe there was some physics involved of the jacketís ends moving upwards as sheís running, and sheís wearing light, faded blue skinny jeans with some black boots. She has black hair, or at least thatís what I want to believe; she could be anyone at this point.

      As Iím trying to escape, the alarm from my phone starts ringing.
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