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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. 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
      lucid , memorable
    4. 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.
    5. 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.
    6. 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.


    7. 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
      memorable , lucid , nightmare
    8. 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.
    9. 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
    10. 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.
    11. Alarm Interrupts Experience at XXX Shop, False Awakening, At Tennis Courts Without Tennis Attire

      by , 12-12-2015 at 07:30 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      12.12.2015
      Alarm Prevents Me From Trying Out Some Toys (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was actually going to attempt 12 hours of image streaming before thinking that 30, or so minutes of it was more than enough, and that I could always do it on my next day off. Fortunately, the image streaming session beforehand proved to be advantageous in remembering some dreams.

      So Iím doing some grocery shopping, but not sure who for in particular; maybe just myself, but later on in the dream, it probably was for a relative, or even one of the co-workers I was trying to image stream in being with. Whatever the case, I remember that Iím finish with the shopping, and I have a huge paper bag with some vegetables on top; your stereotypical visual cue of produce being bought along with some random items underneath.

      The size of the vegetables were a bit larger than they should be, but I had a one track mind towards something else-finding the near XXX store to buy a sex toy for myself. I eventually stored the paper bag filled with items inside of a car that was probably white, but fairly old (in the 2000s, or even 1998), and proceeded to casually zone around the area. Itís an evening setting, but it really feels like itís 2AM, or something.

      Thereís streetlights around, but theyíre emitting a faded white light, and this misty aura thatís shaped like a cone penetrating the ground. The ground itself-side walk and all, consists of a melange of blue and gray colors, and by looking at that, it has this chalky, semi-realistic vibe to it. I eventually reach a section of the area that looks like it could sell sex toys, but the layout looks weird.

      You get the impression that whoever owns the store is about to move out, or that theyíre sold out, and probably needed to stock for the next day. I go ahead and open the glass door anyway. Inside of the store, the walls are light brown, and the milky, yellow lights make it more caramel. The flooring is a generic white checkered pattern, and to the right of me is a Caucasian male. Heís wearing a gray hoodie with the hoodie resting on his back, some brown pants, and a generic cool colored shirt. He has light, caramel hair, but he could have dirty blonde as well, and based on certain features of his visage, he looks like he could have originated in the East.

      I wanted to feel that his overall clothing scheme would be shady, but honestly, Iím not surprised based on what the shop was in general. I go up to him, and started to get down to business. I first had apprehensions on this people a XXX store, but he clarified things to me in vague ways, almost as if heís trying to have external ears deter away from that probability, I think.

      He turns to the right, and I promptly follow him, and wondered how weíre going to pass through this brown wall that will clearly make him face plant into it. Then, a concealed door opens, and I hear this futuristic Zwooomp sound for a few seconds, and became even more confused. It felt like this guy was over playing it in hiding the real intent of the shop.

      I continue to follow him upstairs for a bit, and thereís this bright, white light above us. When we reached the apex, I noticed this grandiose area thatís covered in white. Thereís some white tables stacked in rows along with some white metal fold-able chairs that are spaced out about two feet from each other. Thereís all sorts of dream characters, but the ones that I can remember at the moment was this Asian female that looks like sheís in hear early thirties thatís wearing a white dress shirt thatís tucked in nicely into a faded black skirt that accentuates the contours of her thighs, and ends a few inches above her knee.

      She looks like Lucy Liu, and she has a hairstyle akin to the one Jady Nguyen had in Hitman: Absolution.






      Sheís handing papers to everyone that seems to be in the building, including me. I look at the paper for a moment, and noticed that thereís nothing of sexual connotations whatsoever. It looks more like complicated math formulas, and some scientific context thrown in there for good measure. Iím confused once more, but I continue to follow the guy around, as this is probably his second layer of hiding the fact that he owns a XXX store. This still seems like heís over-playing it, especially when there shouldnít be anything to hide in this dream.

      I couldíve said that this is only a dream, but I couldnít be bothered with opening Pandoraís Box that comes with the reactivity levels of said dream characters. I had a feeling he was talking to me, but it was filtered out as background noise for a few seconds while I was processing the general layout, and more of the dream characters. I noticed a second dream character looks like one of my co-workers. Sheís of dark complexion, has her black hair tied in a hair bun, and her visage really looks like itís fleshed out with barely any noticeable nuances to it.

      Sheís looking at me, which feels awkward, and she has the demeanor that sheís out for some toys as well, but we just dart our eyes somewhere random in space. I think sheís participating in the pseudo class being set up, when sheís probably trying to get more information on toys in general. I follow the guy, and get a little impatient, and started to ask if he had any toys for sale. He magically pops out like three Flesh-lights-one green, one blue, and a black one. He makes me privy to the function of each one. The blue one seems to have vibrations set up along with some ring that fluctuates horizontally, which seems to imply that it sets certain amounts of pressure if you put your rod in it. The green one seemed to be alien related, I think, and the black one was just your generic Flesh-light. They looked like actual flashlights from the base, and smaller than the actual Flesh-lights.

      I asked him how much each of them would cost, and he starts throwing out figures like $49.95, $59.95, and $XX-95, and he literally just hands me all three of them. I ask him more questions as to why heís handing me them all at once, and he states that I can go ahead and try them out before I buy. Then I started to question if these things were used, and how the packaging for each entailed of Bubble Wrap. Then again, he took it out of a large box, but I was kind of concerned on whether or not there was a metal rod in each of them in the first place.

      Started to reconcile that itís just a dream subconsciously, and thanked the guy. Now, I had to dart out of this place, and then realized that itís fairly late in the night. I look at my phone, and noticed that itís 11:02PM at the moment. I realized I probably would have caused moments of consternation for whoever I was supposed to bring the paper bag of groceries to. So, I utilized my phone, and wanted to text them that Iíll be back soon in about 30 minutes or so. First, it started out with ďBRT in XX minutes,Ē but when I rejected this for something else, the moment I was about to send it to them, the phone in waking life sets off the alarm.


      UGHHHH!


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      12.12.2015
      Typing Tags To Recall Previous Dream (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      When the alarm rings for the dream before, I believe I woke up in waking life, or so it seems. I think another alarm rang for the actual time, and the dream itself was just a false awakening.

      I can feel myself feeling tired and groggy, and trying to gain mental fortitude to attempt a WBTB seemed so difficult for me inspite of sleeping very early (around 8-9PM). I'm waving my hands over, and realized that my phone should be located on the floor.

      I somehow have a notepad app that I took the liberty of typing down some quick tags for the previous dream I had with the shop in order to remember some of the content, and expound on it later on. Once I finished, I went back to sleep.

      Dang it.

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      12.12.2015
      At Tennis Courts Without Tennis Attire (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím inside of a school facility, and it looks like it could be a High School. There was a class that I was in, but I canít recall too much of the events other than seeing a Caucasian female about to sit next to me thatís wearing a gray shirt, and a white hoodie on top along with generic skinny, blue jeans.

      Then the bell rings, and I felt a little apprehensive, and figured there had to be one more period to attend. It turns out, based on the professions of an Asian male that looks exactly like an Asian Jon I used to know in real life, thereís only 7 periods, and the rest is up to the person to revel in extracurricular activities.

      I told him how awesome that is, and I wanted to attend tennis practice, even though I didnít have a racket. I was so caught in the moment that I went to the tennis courts only to see that theyíre occupied at the moment. Some are red courts, and others are green courts, and thereís a mixed race of people. I see an elderly man with a dark complexion wearing a white shirt, cap, and maroon colored sports shorts. Heís wearing sunglasses as well with a small silver necklace. I donít know what heís doing, but it seems like he could be warming up.

      The other people are just people about my age, or in their early teens rallying with each other. I pass through one of the courts, saw that they were looking at me and waiting before they presumed their rallying, and I felt odd being here at the moment in my current attire. I had plans to buy a racket pretty soon, but didnít really think about just fabricating one along with a sports attire.

      Iím in pursuit of a racket, clothes, and shoes to go along with it for the rest of the dream.
    12. Applying Eyelash Makeup In Restroom

      by , 12-12-2015 at 12:04 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      10.12.2015
      Applying Eyelash Makeup In Restroom (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím inside a grocery retail store, and Iím on my way to the restroom. The flooring before heading there is very clean, light brown cement color with some kind of marble coating to it. The lighting overall is a yellow hue mixed in with orange, and this probably due to the upper roof windows emitting the light from above.

      Itís a fairly active within the store itself, and itís very spacious as well. I seem to be carrying something that looks like a Poo-pourri spray.






      I go inside the restrooms, and noticed that the sinks are to the left vs. the right as it usually is in the other retail store I shop at. Thereís the same laminate coating, dark brown colors mixed in with some grays, blacks, and subtle appearances of white along with the fancy, stainless steel sinks. I look at the mirror, and Iím preparing to move the eyeliner makeup stick around for a little bit.

      I try to apply some to my eyelashes, and Iím getting various outcomes each time I invest more time into this. One moment, it seems like my eyelashes are going to become thinner, and less noticeable. The next moment, itís as if in spite of their state of being, they still are emphasized more for some reason, and it feel awkward looking at myself looking feminine. There were a few men that came every now and then to be surprised as to why Iím applying eyeliner, eyelash, whatever itís called, and even though I had a knee-jerk reaction to be shocked that they came in, I still went about my merry way.

      I was only aware of what was going on, and didnít really bother to fixate on bodily movements, I guess. I started to play around with the substance within the makeup bottle, and I could see itís a very thick, white substance with some black blemishes that are shiny and glossy as well. I pay attention to the realism of the texture forming around the small brush stick, and the sounds associated with knocking against the bottle from the inside with the brush stick.

      After I stop reveling in this, I proceed to go out of the restroom, and as Iím going near a check stand, some random kid asks me for a machineís game currency, and I quickly responded, ďNo.Ē And I mean no as in, ďno-you-demon-child,youĒ type of no. The child is about 2-3 three feet in height, dark complexion, and is wearing a white shirt and probably some generic, dulled out shorts that were light blue. He had a haircut close to the 1.5 setting, i.e., having hair, but close to being bald.

      He looks up at me weirdly, and doesnít seem to be capable of processing my immediate response, and starts looking around for a bit, and then moves on to go to his parents.

      The funny part is that later on in the day, a co-worker was asking if I was using perfume before she corrected herself, and saying cologne.

    13. Car Accident & Looking For a Mechanic

      by , 12-12-2015 at 12:02 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      09.12.2015
      Car Accident & Looking For a Mechanic (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím driving a really nice vehicle; a BMW I believe. Iím trying to either park in, or get out of the parking lot, and came to the realization that I probably needed to get something at the convenience store. I had a yearning to get some kind of breakfast burrito, or at least some beef fajitas for some reason. The setting of the dream environment entailed that it was early morning, or close to evening time; but based on the context of what occurred soon after, it was probably the former.

      So thereís a quick skip where I received the food, and just as Iím trying to get out, I visualize myself outside of the car, and itís parked halfway, and thereís a truck to the left of it parked parallel as well. Then, the perspective changes to where Iím driving again, and I see a car ram into me abruptly. I knew who it was for a split second, but I didnít really feel any kind of rage. I only cared about tending to the vehicle, and finding a mechanic that can get the job done at a reasonable price.

      For the rest of the dream, we had our backs turned. They tried to ask me a few questions, but they were afraid to make a face-to-face interaction with me. I wasnít afraid, but felt that trying to argue would be a waste of time, and I spent some time looking at a screen related to Google Maps of nearby mechanics. The problem is, theyíre way too far; oneís 67 miles, the others are about 200-300+ miles.

      I hear the relative talk to someone on the cellphone, and I presumed that they found a mechanic. For a little bit, I started to recall the sensations of being in the car crash again, and there was a sense of relief, for some odd reason. I spend the rest of my time casually scrolling through the computer/laptop while ignoring further interactions with the relative; it seems were both at an impasse as to what to say.

      I checked up what car crashes may entail with a grain of salt, but most of them made sense in context of conflict, and even reaching a big achievement. I didnít elaborate more on the dream since I didnít want to get too personal, but yeah.
    14. Finding Rare Item After One Kill in Adventure Quest | Slaying One-Eyed Blue Monster

      by , 12-06-2015 at 12:24 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      05.12.2015
      Finding Rare Item After One Kill in Adventure Quest (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So Iím somehow playing Adventure Quest, a game I havenít played in ages. I had to reset my password since I needed to see the name of the items I used to have that pertained to the dream.

      Iím in a screen where theyíre doing some special event for some new boss, and if you can defeat her, you have a chance to get a rare item. The base of her form looks like Whis at first glance, but she looks more diabolical than said individual. The main colors of her outfit were dark violet, black, yellow, and even red in a few locations; most likely the orb located at the center of her cleavage. She has blue skin, white hairstyle that resembles some myriad of an elf, and other otherworldly creatures. Thereís a slight hint of an Inuyasha theme with her visage as well, and sheís holding this long scepter that resembles Silaís staff.


      The promo for her is her posing in front, and twisting her hips and legs slightly to the left hand side (looking at the screen), and holding the staff with both of her hands, and her visage has a generic sinister smile. Sheís wearing earrings as well, and theyíre probably white, or turquoise. I click on the button to challenge her, which it promptly does, but how she was presented in the promo vs. the actual fight was anticlimactic.

      She looked like she was drawn by a 6 year old child, and her skin shifted from a light sea blue color to a milky, violet one with traces of pink. I noticed the interface is like the old-school format for Adventure Quest, and I checked her stats for a little bit, and noticed that she was obviously weak the Light attacks; 260-265% if memory serves me right.

      I glanced over other attributes, but they ranged around 80-160%, and the Darkness attribute was at a 60%. I felt she was going to be fairly tough since I had the implication that my light spell was actually an amalgam of light and dark attacks that would be shot in rapid bursts. Even though I glanced over the stats, and knew at best it the darkness attacks would do little harm to her, I thought there would be some hidden, adverse effect for attack her with dark attacks, e.g., her being healed through it.

      But no, it turns out that the moment I started to activate the spell, all of the shots ended up killing her. Then thereís the victory screen that I quickly skipped, and I saw that thereís a fancy black sword with a sinister aura. I collected it, but I think I was prompted to buy something on-screen. Iím not able to recall if it was just me wanting to buy more items, but I get the implication that I got the rare item for free, and I didnít even feel it was rare up until another event occurred where people are trying to auto-buy it.

      There was some kind of Call of Duty: Black Ops 3-esque interface where the sword is shown as an item received from the Crypto keys. The background base for the screen was a dirtied up white with a very subtle splatter of light gray spilled on top.

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      05.12.2015
      Slaying One-Eyed Blue Monster (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím walking down an icy area, and it seems oddly akin to a stage in Black Ops 3, but it was more diluted, and catered to a medieval theme. It had a painterly style to it while still looking somewhat realistic; like the PBR was applied pretty decently.

      Iím wearing some kind of holy armor thatís white as the primary, and golden trimmings surrounding it. Iím holding a huge sword that looks like an amalgamation of the Biggoron sword and others, and has some kind of eye as the base near the bottom of the hilt. The eye was yellow, and had a cat-like pupil thatís black. I think there were transparent tentacles that were very thin fluctuating around the base of the hilt.

      The sword seems to be fairly heavy, as Iím dragging it across the environment while making a dads towards a large, blue creature with one eye, and a small base to contain it thatís stuck on top of the shoulders. Itís coming at me, but I slash it once, and it quickly tries to run away. Thereís an image of a random male that looks like one of the characters from the TF game for a split second surrounded by blue aura, and it goes back to the blue monster trying to run away from me. I prepare for another slash, but I canít remember what happens next.
    15. Changing COD Name & Saving Someone via Non-Sequential Tasks

      by , 12-01-2015 at 06:55 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      01.12.2015
      Changing COD Username Never Felt So Hard (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím trying to change my username in a Call of Duty-esque related game, but as Iím doing this, I hear the bantering from two females that seem to have intentions of me not changing my username. I eventually do it, but it was just too annoying.

      Then, when I tried to get on a server, I think I had to step into a portal to get into a game, but when I did so, and went around it, someone immediately killed me. It was an Asian male, and he was wearing a gray shirt with dark jeans. He had long hair that stretched all the way to his neck, and was probably in his early 30s.

      I was irritated, and left the game.

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      01.12.2015
      Trying to Save Someone through Non-Sequential Tasks (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Iím trying to save someone, but I donít know who in particular, and some sprite-animated anime girl with white hair, faded violet long trench coat, red shirt, and white tank top informs me that if I followed her instructions very clearly, I could save them.

      It starts out, or my recall of it starts out with her instructing me, as if sheís talking to me via mind voice, of having to save certain images in certain formats that donít really resonate to their respective formats. The one that I remembered the most out of the rest was her telling me to save a picture of Tsunade from the Naruto Shippuden series smiling in an .android format.

      I was easily able to find an image, but it was most of her face being cut off, and it was in black and white.







      I tried saving it the easy way of erasing the extension of the picture/gif, but wasnít able to, for some reason. So, thereís this program that comes out of nowhere, the software-converter-ex-machina, which comes with all the formats I needed. I navigated through the software for a little bit, and it has some bland color of a dirtied-up vanilla, and the arrows to scroll down had this old Windows style to it.

      I eventually saved it as an .android, and the moment I did this, some black rectangle with green words were portrayed transiently. The girl professed to me that the next thing I had to do was play same sprite-based, adventure game on the same computer/laptop Iím on. She gives me a vague concept of the plot of the game, or at least the deterrent set up that would make it somewhat tedious.

      There were these female entities where if your character had their back facing them, they would subsequently slash behind your back, and it would be quite graphic a full of gore. I tried the first time to see if that would actually be the case, which it did. When I started navigating through the game, things became blurry for a bit, and I received some kind of message of ways I can figure out where I can find the person Iím trying to save. Within the message, I had two attachments of .xls documents, or Excel related documents. If I could figure out how to assess the instructions, the same black rectangle would show up on-screen with some green text, and a green checkmark with a rotating circle behind it confirming I solved it.

      I believe the Tsunade picture was part of the objective, now that I think about it. Iím on my way to figure out the second .xls document, but I canít recall what happens next.
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