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

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


      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.


      False Awakening Gets Me Again (Non-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.


      Telling Relative I Love Her (DILD)


      I tell her that I love her, and her retort is being shocked, and then smiling.
    2. 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)
      Alarm Prevents Me From Trying Out Some Toys (DILD)


      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.



      Typing Tags To Recall Previous Dream (Non-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.


      At Tennis Courts Without Tennis Attire (DILD)


      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.
    3. Big Store Event, Not Attending & I'm Too Over Powered in Runescape, Please Nerf

      by , 09-10-2014 at 07:10 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Big Store Event, Not Attending (DILD)


      Itís just one of those dreams where the virtual experiential reality is so high, that Iím slightly shocked for not having some existential questioning going on if this was a dream or not. One part of me wanted to delude myself into thinking itís real, just for the sake of not being apathetic towards the dream characters, and the dreamís potential value in general.

      Judging by the body sensations that Iím experiencing, thereís a lot of tension, almost as if thereís some big event where me and the dream characters that look like some of my co-workers are going to participate in. Itís the type of feeling where all the other challenges you had to face creep up on you, but then you come to a realization, and a satisfaction that you overcame them.

      I can feel my feet tingling, traveling up to my knees, and finally near my stomach. I started to feel an emptiness inside that was oddly comforting.
      So I just let time pass by, letting the conversations from other co-workers become diluted, and slowly getting accustomed to this highly vivid virtual experiential reality. There was a female there whom I had a deep affection with, though I feel the word is too strong seeing how the relationship in real life wouldnít really go that far.

      She still expressed the type of disposition where she would take advantage of her looks to fill the void of the insecurity that she has of not having something to love her; this dream character existed in a way where every single quality I could possibly use retrospect and analysis about her was clearly exhibited, and all she did in the dream was pass through the small lane in the middle of the bus to get out and go somewhere.

      I reign in these odd feelings of affection towards this dream character, most likely because I already have predispositions to avoid those kinds of interactions with them so that those feelings wonít bleed onto how I communicated with them in waking life.

      Everyone else just felt like random noise, and I did my best to show some interest with the existence of this dream characters. But when one of them stated that weíre not attending whatever event weíre close to, I immediately lost interest in the dream.

      Instead of trying to accomplish some goals of mine Iíve had on my mind for -insert x entity- knows how long, I just get bored, and just drifted back into non-lucid dreaming.


      I'm Too OP in Runescape (DILD)


      I realize Iím playing a MMORPG that has a Runescape-esque feel to it. I figured I might as well enjoy watching whatís going on. I believe Iím playing as some old man with a long gray beard, and all heís wearing are some white desert robes in the cold.

      The overall color schemes consist of blue and gray, and I had a feeling that the area I was going to would be the God Wars Dungeon, seeing how thereís a huge pit with a rope hanging on the side. I had a feeling that if Iím only going into a pit with only a white desert robe, and a staff that looks like the Polypore staff, Iím probably really powerful in this dream version of Runescape.



      I go inside the pit, and I find myself in an area thatís a very spacious battle arena. I do a quick walk around, and I have to fight some purple tentacle creature that seems to be rotating its whole body, or tentacles vertically at rapid speeds. Itís pretty hard to comprehend the existence, and locomotion of the creature in general, and my initial reaction was to activate some prayer abilities like Protect from Magic, or something like that. I even see the Prayer screen as well, though it didnít seem to me that I activated it at all.



      I believe Iím switching to a melee weapon since I got pretty close to the tentacle monster, though Iím pretty sure I used Mage, or Ranged on it. Iím paying close attention to my health bar, and it seems that I need to activate Soul Split, especially when I came into this place with no food whatsoever. I realize this before going into the pit, but it was already too late since I couldnít really get into the dream that way to start changing the environment, i.e., I was too indulged in the task of playing this game.

      I hear the sound effects of the Soul Split, which I presumed was working, and fortunately it did. I manage to kill the tentacle monster with ease, and I didnít even bother to check if I had a Prayer limit. I guess it was implied that I could use any Prayer ability without worrying about my Prayer points being drained.

      If playing as an old man with a gray beard and having to rely on a Prayer ability doesnít imply religious implications unconsciously being expressed to me, then I donít know what the purpose of this dream is.

      And just went I thought I could get out of this one, another weird creature appears. The overall composition of it is akin to a dolphin, and it has a light blurry violet color to it as well. It apparently can levitate, and shoot high pressed air at a high rate. Or maybe it was steamy water that was high pressured.

      I honestly donít know how I dealt with this one, but I do know that I spent most of my time just running away from it, and dodging when it shoots the high pressured stuff at me. Whatever happened, happened, and the next creature is very hard to recall its overall body composition.

      I just knew that at that point, if I could handle the previous entities with ease, with only having a few moments where I thought I was going to die, then Iím obviously over powered in this game. I defeated all of them, and I forget what happens next.

      Oh, and there's another non-lucid dream where I tell one of my relatives (female) that I liked the Naruto Shippuden villains more than the protagonist, but again, not going to invest time in recalling this dream.
    4. Pearl Necklace, Shooting to No Avail, Female Sword Slasher in 2D Side Scroller Fantasy Game

      by , 09-07-2014 at 03:14 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Haven't posted in so long. A week or so ago, I almost panicked when I opened the program I use for my DJ, and it gave me an option to start a new dream journal, or open an existing one. Thank goodness that there was a back up, otherwise there would be over 1,000+ entries gone forever. I mean, there's this DJ, but I can't be bothered to store the content here into some other file format that won't have me pulling my hair.

      Pearl Necklace Placed In The Drawer (Non-lucid)


      Iím inside of a kitchen thatís akin to the one in real life, and I noticed that a familiar face at work is there fiddling around with something. Sheís the perfect replica of the lady with the old visage and slightly frail body composition. Sheís wearing a shirt that has blue, white, and red bled into each other, most likely what she wore to show national spirit at times, I guess.

      The kitchen in this dream was so real that it threw me off completely on whether or not I would be lucid at some point in the dream. Most of the area except the kitchen was fairly dark, or maybe my peripheral vision implied in the dream state was too blurry, thus enticing me to fixate my awareness to this specific location.

      Thereís a fairly large transparent bag made of hard plastic, but I canít recall whatís actually in there. I figured that with the type of material the bag is composed of, there were some elements of ice; so maybe some kind of dessert or cold items were stored there to sustain their temperature. I had an urge to take out some of the material within the ice, and with how I felt somewhat hungry in the dream, Iíd assume the material was edible.

      She (letís use ďNanĒ for distinction) proceeds to fiddle around some more with the bag, but not the content in it. I move the slightly huge bag around, and find felt something was odd about it. There was a slightly weird smell from the sink where the bag resides, and I immediately move the bag upwards to see whatís on the bottom.

      The moment I move it up, thereís maybe 2-3 creatures that look like white versions of slugs, or some kind of parasitic creatures with weird antennae like ears going diagonally from the frontal region of their heads. My lack of appetite for whatever content was in the bag augmented tremendously, and I had some weird feeling in my stomach.

      It was a sensation as if I was going to puke, or just cough in expression of disgust. I donít know when the next experience occurs, but it had to be within this same experience I recalled just now.

      Nan continues to exist in a way that looks as if sheís a living, breathing, and sentient dream character with her own capability of doing whatever is on her mind, or whatever unconscious predispositions and beliefs I may have about her in general. She barely utters a word, and mostly expresses herself through body language and hand motions.

      I pay attention to her eyes, noticing that same look that feigns a sense of authority. She shifts her eyes downwards, and I proceed to do the same along with my face. She points to her wrist, and she finally makes a declaration that this is her pearl necklace that sheís about to give to me. Iím in slight shock as to why she would offer me something that looks so valuable, but she doesnít communicate to me verbally after that.

      She merely opens a drawer, and puts the pearl necklace, and closes it shut. Before she did this, I noticed the necklace had a few missing pieces, or maybe the string was too long to contain the few white pearls.


      Shooting, But To No Avail (DILD)


      Iím clearly in a warzone in an area that has a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reflex-esque feeling to it. The overall color scheme consists of bright muddy colors, and some bright colors such as yellow mixed in with that as well.

      Iím not too sure of the weapon Iím carrying, but it seems to be one where I can fire hundreds of shots pretty quickly. Iím not really concerned on having to reload seeing how Iím going through an onslaught of soldiers that literally look like lo-polygon game entities. From their faceted look in general, and the blurry and blotchy textures applied to them, it all felt like I was just playing a run-down version of a game that probably would have better graphics with next-gen consoles.

      I canít really presume if I exist in a dream body that represents me, but I do feel sensations of walking, running, crouching, and things like that throughout the dream. Iím aimlessly going nowhere but forward, mowing down what appears to be enemies. Some of them just wonít die, no matter how much I aim at certain locations that would guarantee some kind of kill, or knockdown.

      I seemed to be in a state of no emotions, and just shifting in and out of spectator mode, and a third person view angle where the camera would be behind the individual in focus. I get a little irritated every now and then, and whenever enemies shoot me, I get weird vibrations around my body, and if I seem to be taking too much ďdamage,Ē things get a little blurry, and some weird spatters of liquid come up; probably to signify the potential of blood loss, even though there wasnít any red to begin with.

      There was one soldier that seemed to give me a hard time even though he was only 3-4 feet away from me. I have my back braced against a wall to the right side of this region that seems to have a dark brown road with gray sidewalks in each side thatís gradually going uphill.

      I take advantage of the fact that I can see their movements because I shift around spectator view, and a third person point of view, and I time my attacks the moment I see them having a delay in their shooting. I manage to pick off some soldiers, but while doing that, I tried putting in some bullets to the soldier in this very dark blue camo outfit. He has some kind of weird shaped helmet that would be shaped like a D-pad youíd find in a Wii Remote for example, except itís much more extruded, and blockier, but there is some smoothing on the edges.

      I can hear the loud and rapid gunshots, and I can gradually feel myself getting enraged at how this guy isnít being taken down. And whenever he tries to shoot me, it seems as if I could be affected, but Iím really not.

      Iím not sure if I took care of him at all, but I do know I took care of a lot of dream characters.


      2D Side Scroller Fantasy Sword Slashing Game (Non-lucid)


      Iím clearly playing a game, and Iím too lazy to go to great lengths in explaining the content, so Iíll be as concise as I can.

      - Iím playing as a female; blonde, long hair, chibi-like with an apricot colored visage. Sheís wearing some elongated white top that extends to the middle of her upper thighs with some black latex/bodysuit that covers her entire torso and legs

      - She seems to be proficient with two golden swords, and a brown bow and arrow weapon set as well.

      - The area seems to be somewhere that has large gray statues in ruins, and general buildings in ruins as well. Thereís grass forming around these structures, and the character is running the other way instead of the typical left to right movement youíd find in a side scroller 2D game.

      - Sheís finishing enemies off with ease, and seems to have completely mastery of when to use the bow and arrow, and when to get close and personal with her two golden swords (or maybe it was one; she couldíve slashed so fast that I presumed she had two).

      - No one is going to stop this female from wherever sheís fixated in arriving to. Iíd even presume this is some kind of chibi version of Marta from Tales of Symphonia 2: Dawn of the New World



      Except itís not really like her at all from head to toe, just the costume and accessories seem slightly similar.
    5. Fishburne Gets Framed, Peach's Jet, Gas Station Fiasco, Alarm FA, Long Hair, Jade Fetch Quest, Vests

      by , 05-12-2014 at 04:49 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Laurence Fishburne Gets Framed (DILD)


      Okay, so a random guy wants to frame a man named John Whitman, and Whitman isn't going to put up with this act. So what Whitman does is that he finds where the framer could be, and I'm just watching everything happen, and being played out. He apparently becomes a sniper so he can pick off his framer while he sets up a plan to weed him out.

      Laurence Fishburne unfortunately is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the stranger hears a phone ringing. He picks it up, and John Whitman is wondering if this is the person that he's after that's framing him. The guy lies and states Laurence Fishburne is the guy that's framing him, and the actual framer runs out of the store on his knees.

      Out of reflex, John Whitman shoots the individual, ironically killing the framer without knowing about it. Now he has the idea that he probably killed someone random, and believes Fishburne is the real target.


      Princess Peach Finds a Pink Jet/Airplane (DILD)


      Basically, I catch Princess Peach in the act of lying that she has a Pink Jet/Airplane for others to use for travelling. She feels a bit guilty, and is wondering if she should state to others on her recent finding. This is the Paper Mario version of Princess Peach by the way, and some major differences was her hairstyle. She actually used a hairband to bring her hair back, which seems suitable seeing how the setting of the dream was residing in a desert of some sort.


      Fiasco at the Gas Station (DILD)


      There was a lot going on, so I'll just give a quick overview on what happened.

      [list][*]Jūgo from Naruto Shippuden seems to be one of the individuals that's fighting another dream character[*]I'm basically watching him and others through a spectator perspective[*]The fight is at a gas station, and some areas are pretty dark, even though it was clear the dream setting was during an afternoon[*]I feel as if I'm in the situation, and that I have to get out, but I don't bother


      False Awakening From Not Remembering One of the Alarms Set (Non-lucid)


      I hear the sound of my alarm, and out of reflex, I quickly grabbed where I presume it would be, and itís in the exact area of where I put it in waking life. Forgot to do a reality check for several reasons, the most prevalent is that I had to go to work.

      I looked at the phone, and saw the alarm was set to wake me up for 7:30 AM. I dismiss the alarm from finishing its gradual low to high alert process, and then went to sleep again since I knew I had one set for 8:00 AM.

      After waking up around 8:00 AM, I noticed I never had 7:30 AM set in waking life. Dang, missed that subtle chance for easy lucidity. Guess I'll just have to get back into the habit of doing reality checks even if the alarm is blaring.


      My Hair is Long and Elastic (DILD)


      I'm inside a building that resembles the laboratory floors at a University I attended. I can hear the subtle humming of machinery operating (mostly what would be heard from fish tanks, and maybe some of the lights as well), and noticed the lighting seems to be a bit dimmer than usual.

      The flooring consists of a vanilla colored tile layering (the soft tiles), and I find myself walking straight through the hallway to get to an elevator. I gradually noticed that as soon as I'm heading for the elevator, I can feel that my hair feels longer than usual. I noticed that it can conform to any shape that I could imagine, though I didn't really care at all to abuse this.

      Then I slowly felt as if I'm inside a female's body, seeing how the hair was definitely longer than it should be, and I felt lighter than usual, and a little bit shorter as well. Not trying to objectify women, it's just the sensations, and how I felt seem to make me feel that I'm a female in this dream.

      I noticed an Asian dream character that looks like a girl I'll nickname "Ang" in waking life during High School a few years back. Her slightly darker complexion is pretty accurate in this emulation of the waking life version, except her eyes and eyelashes look more refined and sharper; almost as if she had makeup specifically to have others pay more attention to her eyes to make up for her fairly short body composition.

      While I'm inside the elevator, I noticed the insides consist of dark brown walls, and milky yellow flooring, and metal bars to hold on to as well had this color scheme going on.


      Finding Jade Tokens/Plates/Shields (DILD)


      Feels like the dream revolved around a Sonic X theme, which is kind of rare to have. Probably dream day residue of some content I happened to glance over, I guess.

      I'm on an adventure with several dream characters, though most of them aren't really seen for very long. I just imply that they're part of this experience, and that we're going our separate ways. The overall objective was to collect some Jade items ranging from plates (not the plates you eat from) to shields. It seemed more like an annoying fetch quest than anything exciting.

      And actually finding these items was complicated, especially when dream logic makes me wonder if what I'm looking at is really me going through the motions of trying to find these items. After a while, I believe I'm standing on top of a pyramid that seems to have the apex cut off completely.

      This area seems to resemble the level from Super Mario 64 with the huge pyramid, except the environment was more realistic.

      I noticed that a dream character is next to me, and he looks like Chris from Sonic X.

      I think we end up celebrating how we found a lot of jaded items, though I didn't really seem interested in contributing to that celebration with the others.


      Dude in White Vest Claims He Cheats Academically (DILD)


      Iím walking through a few green hills, and Iím far enough to see some of the city landscapes as well. Thereís a lot of dream characters in this area, and the setting seems to be a typical breezy day where the clouds are covering up the sun. It looks like it might rain, but this didnít really happen throughout the dream.

      The grass, the atmosphere, and the dream characters all look very realistic, and I find my awareness ebbing and flowing of the sensation of the wind. I noticed that Iím around an individual that looks Hispanic, and is probably around his early 20s. Heís wearing a white vest shirt, and probably some dull colored shorts. He has a mustache, and spiky hair along with probably wearing a small silver necklace.

      His cheeks seem to be shiny in a few areas, almost as if he put a little too much lotion on his face. He resting on the grass, and is casually rambling on about things, and one that sticks out is that he admitted to cheating academically.

    6. Almost Had Sex w/ Math Tutor & Manager, Jim Carrey is Creepy & Is a Sponsor, YouTube Account Peeped

      by , 04-27-2014 at 12:23 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Almost Had Sex with Math Tutor and a Manager (DILD)


      I enter a room, and thereís an older lady thatís sitting down on a rotatable chair, you know, the fluffy black ones on wheels. Sheís typing with her left hand, and seems to be fairly busy. I sit down on a bed, or at least it felt as if I was sitting on one, seeing how it was very comfortable, and I had the urge to lay down.

      The lady looked like she was in her 50s, wore glasses, had a black and white dress shirt that had some abstract formatting, and she wore long milky manila pants. I think she starts engaging in conversation with me, and even though I canít remember what she specifically stated to me, I felt as if she was trying to be verbally sexual.

      I shrug it off, and wanted to wait until she wasnít so busy. And as Iím waiting, I look to my left, and I see someone that looks like a manager I talked to occasionally. She had the same short blonde hair, a cheeky visage where theyíre (the cheeks) are closer to her eyes, and sheís wearing a black and white dress shirt as well (in a different formatting no doubt). I think she was wearing dark brown pants, or some dark-colored pants, and she seemed to have fixated on me through peripheral vision while she was talking to someone else.

      She (let's call her "H" so I know which one she is in waking life) was within the same proximity as the other lady, and I started getting mixed feelings about what may happen. But seeing how the environment looked like it was a half-bedroom, half-office/working area, I kept making the presumption that they could just be here to inform me on something, without any kind of sexual advances to be performed after.

      But I kept getting that nagging feeling, and it just felt awkward trying to hold in sexual urges, even though it was just a dream, and couldíve spiraled into a sexual descent, and I would wake up, and not feel bad about what couldíve happened.

      But with those two people, it would be kind of weird to meet them one day, and look at them with a straight face.


      Jim Carrey is being Creepy (DILD)


      Jim Carrey is my math tutor, or I presumed he was, and how he advances to me compared to the previous dream is a lot creepier, but non-sexual thankfully.

      The environment seems to be within a large house, and Iím sitting on a chair in a living room with him.


      Jim Carrey Sponsors a Parachute Event (DILD)


      Iím watching people jump off from a helicopter, and other flying vehicles to eventually parachute their way down to what seems to be a huge forest with cliffs they could collide into.

      Apparently, Jim Carrey is sponsoring this event, and I recall one dream character that looks like the skinny dark-skinned dude I used to know at work.


      Someone Looks Into My YouTube Account (Non-lucid)


      Someone is looking into one of my YouTube accounts, and I felt as if I should panic. Though the content they were looking at didnít really seem to suggest they looked into something else. I saw something like this:

      Then I wasnít worried at all.
    7. Tranquilizer Gun Fails, or I'm a Lousy Shot, & 120+ Subjects Learned?

      by , 04-15-2014 at 05:49 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Tranquilizer Gun Fails, or I'm a Lousy Shot (DILD)


      Iím hiding behind a rock thatís probably 5 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall. I have a tranquilizer gun on me, and I believe Iím wearing a black tac suit as well. The environment resembles a jungle, and the ground itself had a color of white rock material thatís covered by all sorts of minerals, dirt, and grass.

      The areaís pathway Iím on seems to be curved like a ďC,Ē where if I were to reach the end, I would probably have to jump off from a pretty high elevation to get to the lower section of this area. Iím as the bottom end of the ďCĒ shaped area, and thereís a soldier patrolling around the section farther away from me.

      He looks kind of like a Panamanian guard that you would see in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, though Iím not sure if the design for the Gamecube version was different from the XBOX.

      How I conceptualized the whole experience seemed to have involved me looking at my dream self through third person point of view, and occasionally feeling my dream body as well. I try to take my time to aim the tranquilizer gun at the guard, and it seems this experience in the dream had to be reset several times because I was either missing the shot completely, or I didnít shoot him anywhere in the head to hopefully make him unconscious quickly.

      One experience within the reset was that when I took a shot, and miss, some kind of random object launched its way over to the guard. The object was hard to see from afar, but I remember that it had a violet color with a slight overlay of blue. The guard turns around, looks alert, and isnít hesitant in calling for backup.

      I can visualize how said backup would arrive, and thereís soldiers wearing some kind of dark yellow camo outfit with brown spots spread around it, along with them wearing black masks where only their eyes are portrayed through a horizontal oval cut-out.


      120 Subjects Learned? (DILD)


      Apparently, I tell someone that I learned over 120 subjects in High School and at a University.

      Words come out of my mouth like crazy, and I felt like it was just coming by naturally without any intention of having to cover anything up. I think I stated I learned 110 in High school, and the rest at a University.

      Even though the dream didn't make any sense, it's kind of true of how you barely learn crap at a University, other than:

      Spoiler for university/college logic:
    8. Plastic Bag Humping, Buzzing, Confucius Gives LD Advice, Picking Up a Chick, Kakashi gives LD Advice

      by , 04-13-2014 at 06:40 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Putting on a Tape Suit & Plastic Bag Carrot Humping (DILD)


      Iím inside a classroom that resembles my biology class at a High School I attended years back (CLHS as an abbreviation for personal reference).

      Iím trying to put on a transparent suit that looks like itís really made out of tape. I ask individuals how to put it on, and when one of them portrays the method to me, it seems more complicated than it seems. How in the world does one put on a tape suit without it sticking to their clothing?

      After a bit, thereís an inflated, and transparent produce bag with a few carrots on the bottom. I put my penis inside, and started humping it. I think there was a competition of who could hump it more, and going for more than ten was more than enough to get by, I guess.

      I think the individuals were cheering me on, talk about ego boosting for inanimate object fornication.

      Kind of reminds me of what I had to do for work today, excluding the humping part and ego boosting, and cheeringÖand my penis inside a bag.


      Buzzing Near the Window (DILD)


      I wake up from my bed, or so it seems, and tried to get back to sleep, seeing how I didnít want to feel too groggy for work, especially with the activities done today. It feels so nice wanting to go back to sleep, back into a state of relaxation and comfort, until something keeps making a buzzing sound thatís extremely annoying.

      I wondered how could something could be so active during the dead of night, seeing how unless it had vision for seeing clearly for night, it would reside somewhere safe until thereís more light apparent. I tried to go to sleep several times, but the buzzing sound keeps pestering me.

      I eventually decided to do a nose plug reality check, pressing my nose with my right index finger and thumb, and was able to breathe just fine. The dream environment seemed to have replicated the house Iím currently residing in to some extent. So, having this in mind, I take the chance to try and go out the usual way to exit the house.

      I proceed by going through the white door, and trying to open it. However, it seems I have to punch in some kind of code in order to unlock it. The buttons consisted of a light milky green color with a rubbery texture. The material surrounding the buttons is white all around, and is shaped almost like a tooth, without the points at the end of course.

      And out of reflex, I seemed to have entered a random code: 90321 I believe, without knowing if it was the right one or not. Unfortunately, the alarm has a very long and annoying beep sound, and this prompts me to try an escape, because I donít know what could be inside the other bedroom in this dream, especially when itís way too dark inside.

      And wanting to turn on the lights was out of the question, since I felt a bit fearful of something randomly coming out.
      Though most of the time, the places in my lucid dreams are often barren, and not really something where random entities will come about to try and kill me, or something dangerous. I probably shouldíve been aware of this before running as if Iím Michael Scofield from Prison Break, ha-ha.

      I go through the living room, and quickly unlocked the door to get out, and now the dream shifts from night to early morning immediately. Now Iím immersed in a virtual experiential reality that seems to be exactly like waking life at first glance, and with more clarity and realism as well. I marvel at this, my breathing, and just my overall existence within this dreaming state.

      The weather, the sensations on my feet against the cold concrete of what seems to be an area where it rained recently, everything felt so real, and then some. After a few seconds of absorbing this experience, I get an urgency to continue running, even though it doesnít seem like anyone is after me.

      As Iím running, Iím changing perspectives where I look at myself running, and it seems to go by in slow motion, and the motion of running is a bit exaggerated at times; it often looks like Iím floating in the air for a good bit, and making weird leg movements to quickly save my descent.

      After watching this for a while, I wake up in a series of false awakenings for most of the dreams below. Fortunately, the nose plug reality check is going to save me.


      Confucius gives LD advice (DILD)


      Felt as if I woke up, then I reconciled with awareness of the experience being a dream again.

      Iím standing on top of a building, and it seems to be early morning, or an event where it rained previously. I see a dream character that looks like Confucius, and heís lecturing to others on lucid dreaming techniques and advice.

      As for actual declarations to recall from him, I can't remember.


      Picking Up a Black Biker Jacket Wearing Chick & Escaping with Her (DILD)


      I wake up once more, only to reconcile with awareness of this being a dream once more. Maybe this was a DEILD, since I can recall those experiences of transitioning back to waking state with my eyes closed, and seeing imaginary simulations of being awake, or maybe itís just a false awakening altogether.

      Iím inside a theater, and it has the usual settings. You know, red carpet, and other warm colors to mask off all those stains from being apparent at first glance. The putrid smell that is also prevalent in theaters thatís like a mťlange of buttered popcorn, weasels, intense chlorine, air freshener, and other chemicals. I didnít take the time to visualize all the major details of the theater itself, but I do know that in the current location Iím at, thereís many paths you could take from the circular base Iím standing on.

      I see an attractive girl, I think, with long black hair, and sheís wearing a black biker jacket of some sort. Underneath that, sheís wearing some kind of milky vanilla shirt thatís fairly tight, and makes her bosoms eye-candy at this point. For some reason, I had an urgency to pick her up, and hold her back, and the bottom of her knees, and run off with her.

      She seems shocked at first, but then kind of goes with the flow, and Iím going with the flow as well. Then the next moment, Iím using my legs to kick anyone that seems to be in my way, and thereís a slight uproar going on while Iím running with the girl.

      This takes ďchasingĒ women to a whole new extreme.


      Kakashi Gives me Lucid Dreaming Advice (DILD)


      This seems to be the last dream in the false awakening chain of events, or maybe the one before it was.

      Iím sitting down with Kakashi, younger version, and heís giving me lucid dreaming advice. However, the advice seems kind vague, and not really something that could be applicable in all circumstances.

      He states that if you find yourself in two conditions:

      • Where thereís little light
      • Where itís too bright

      That one would most likely be dreaming.

      Your non-sequiturs are what prevented you from saving Rin, Kakashi, just as your vague circumstantial lucid dreaming advice is. And that totally was not a non-sequitur, ba-dum tiss.

      Though, looking back, he could be right, especially since I was in complete darkness in the buzzing insect dream, to being in a hyper-realistic virtual experiential reality the next, and then inside a bright theatre.

      But still, the advice is severely limited.
    9. Looking for the Lawnmower

      by , 04-06-2014 at 05:02 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Looking for the Lawnmower (Non-lucid)


      One of those dreams again where I feel like I'm in some kind of alternate hyper virtual experiential reality of waking life again.

      I felt as if I was in waking life, and could feel every sensation of my body, or in this case, my dream body. I'm entering to the garage of a house that seems to be close, or an exact replica of the one I'm currently residing in waking life.

      It seems to be early morning within the dream, and the lighting seems a bit bright, which may have suggested that the temperature would go up gradually over time. I'm wearing a light gray shirt that seems to go all the way down to the mid-thigh region, and I'm wearing a dark blue pants that has very small dark blue, or black vertical lines spread out maybe a quarter to half an inch away from each other.

      I believe I'm wearing a light vanilla cap as well, probably to protect myself from the heat and light. I ask a relative of mine where the lawnmower is, and I believe they stated that they didn't know. I didn't notice until later that the format within the garage was completely different than in waking life.

      I have to proceed through this area by moving one foot a bit higher than usual to go over a few objects, and make a few torso twists to get by. I see the lawnmower is hidden behind some wooden objects wrapped in some kind of transparent material. The perception of how I saw the lawnmower seemed to have changed pretty frequently while I'm on the way of trying to get it.

      First it seems like it's a regular sized lawnmower, then it looks like it's way too small to be of any use for whatever the front yard could be. Then it felt as if there wasn't a lawnmower in the first place. I have to move the wooden objects, and all sorts of things just to get the lawnmower out.

      I can't remember what happens next, things felt too much like waking life as well.
    10. Almost Tripped Over a Girl & She Wants Me to Enter a Dark Room, FemBoy Juice Now Available!!

      by , 04-06-2014 at 01:23 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Almost Tripped Over a Girl & She Wants Me to Enter a Dark Room (DILD)


      Iím walking inside a fairly dark room where the center seems to have the most lighting. Thereís an attractive female thatís about to get up thatís diagonally to the right of me. I happened to be going towards her, and accidentally bumped into her. I almost trip, but I grab her hand, almost as if I was going to dance with her, I planted my feet just right, twirled around, and then ended it off with her back bending while I leaned forward on her.

      After apologizing to her and all, she seems she wants me to come into a very dark area. She almost had me, seeing how she had a smile that was so radiant, it was difficult not to move as if she put me into a trance. Sheís inside the dark area, and motions her hands quickly for me to follow her, but I most likely didnít go there.

      Since the last time I let a female walk me to a dark area, I couldnít breathe, and woke up with salvia almost foaming out of my mouth. No thanks, honey.

      Also, she had light milky brown hair, and had a slightly powdered face than usual, or it could be the lighting that makes it seem so. I believe she wore a light sky blue tank top along with very tight yoga like pants, or something like that, not really an expert on female clothing names.


      FemBoy Juice, Now Available At Your Local Grocery Store! (Non-lucid)


      Iím inside a grocery store, and I directed myself to the Dairy section. I eventually reached an area where theyíre selling something called ďFemboy Juice.Ē I look at it for the sake of curiosity, and paid attention to the composition and colors. It looked like it was similar to skim milk, at least from the purple colored box with the yellow cap.

      I put it back, and I guess I go to wherever in this grocery store.
    11. The Guy with the Axe and Gun

      by , 04-05-2014 at 07:02 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      The Guy with the Axe and Gun (DILD)


      I wake up, and found myself in an environment that looks exactly like the area I'm currently residing in waking life. Green walls, a bed that's slightly elevated more than usual, and the same material of dark gray carpet.

      I'm gradually becoming more aware that this is a dream, feeling the slight blurry echo effects as I'm moving about inside the house. I hear footsteps coming near the house's entrance, and I immediately motioned myself near it.

      I peek through the hole, and I see a Caucasian male that has dark brown hair, is wearing a yellow polo shirt that's untucked, along with regular blue worker jeans. He's wielding an axe with his right hand I believe, and he's knocking on the door, and spends a few seconds waiting before knocking again.

      I quickly turn in the other direction, wondering where I could find a weapon in case this guy has ill intentions in mind. I decided I should check the other bedroom diagonally to the left of me for something. I hear the knocking, but I try to not let it intimidate me since they couldn't possibly come in.

      Completely wrong.

      I hear the door open, and because I couldn't find something to protect myself, and because I was too fixated on the emotions of fear and panicking, I ended up making horrible decisions, and decided to try and hide under a bed.

      Too bad the bottom of the bed barely had any space for me to hide under, and it would only be a matter of time for the person to find me there even if I could hide under there.

      The individual is getting closer and closer, and he's raising his shoulders up while having his arms at a lop-sided "L" position with the axe, and a gun as well. My perspective starts getting a bit weird, and it feels like I'm seeing things at a slanted angle now, almost as if I'm about to fall down.

      The guy is walking pretty slowly, and the blurry echoes become more prevalent, but I'm too bothered by what may happen rather than attempting to change the dream environment.

      I wake up, because it doesn't seem anything was going to change at the time.

    12. I Don't Think That's Where You Put Them

      by , 04-01-2014 at 02:01 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      I Don't Think That's Where You Put Them (Non-lucid)


      Iím asking an individual that seems to be reliable to store some items back for me. One prevalent item was a Lunchables box, and the rest are probably just things to eat and drink with it I guess. The individual is a Caucasian male bald, and he has a light shade of brown for a beard without a mustache. Heís wearing a black suit with a dark gray dress shirt along with dark black pants and shoes.

      For some reason, I didnít feel he would really send the items where theyíre supposed to be, though the setting of the dream wasnít really one to represent anything related to food retail, especially with the clothing format the individual had. He stated heíll take care of the matter, and simply opened an upper drawer that consists of a dark pink mixed in with a slight overlay of red, and puts the items inside, and stated the request is done.

      I stare blankly at him for bit, but seeing how itís not my problem anymore, I leave. As for reasons why I wanted to send back the item, I seemed to have been concerned with a certain football team at a University, so maybe I bought some items for the sake of having some team spirit, I guess.

      This reminds me of how customers in stores usually leave items anywhere without taking into consideration that they may rot over time, especially if the staff is either too busy or lazy to look for any misplaced items.

      Updated 04-01-2014 at 04:24 AM by 47756

    13. Eating the Best Vanilla Popsicle while 100 Lemurs Run & Hank Hill Gives Water Hose Advice

      by , 03-16-2014 at 06:26 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Eating the Best Vanilla Popsicle while 100 Lemurs Come Out of a Van (DILD)


      It almost feels as if I'm living several lives now to the point where I don't really worry too much on the absurdities that may occur when dreaming.

      The dreaming environment is in the dead of night, and I'm following random dream characters in what feels to be a huge parking lot with many stores, strip malls, and such surrounding us. There seems to be some kind of enticing event coming up, and there are several Hispanic males that are gathering an audience for this.

      Apparently, they're offering free vanilla popsicles, and thereís an option to buy a Chocolate Popsicle with vanilla inside for only $1. I just stick with the free option, and realized theyíre going to release 100 light brown lemurs to go about in some kind of procedural circus act or something.


      Hank Hill Gives Water Hose Advice (Non-lucid)


      >Ants reside in the backyard
      >I get annoyed by them, trying to avoid them
      >Hank Hill indirectly shows me how to drown them out by using one water hose, and then connecting another to the back of it to increase the spreading distance

      >I water hose like a madman
    14. Gas Station, Sharon Newman & Samuel Jackson Makes me Chop Boxes, Reverse Driving, Guerrilla Escaping

      by , 03-14-2014 at 07:49 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Looking for a Gas Station (DILD)


      Iím driving just fine in this dream, and the environment Iím in seems to be within the Cypress neighborhood I used to reside in years ago. Iím concerned about the amount of fuel left in the vehicle, and proceeded to look for the nearest gas station that wouldnít try to rip me off.

      Even though what happened before this dream was patchy, a mini-flashback slides through my awareness that a gas station was selling gas for $3.15, so that became my median price to look for. Iím on the left lane, and was speculating whether or not I should take the furthest left lane to make a left turn, but I decided to stick in the lane Iím at for now.

      I wait for the stop sign, and a few vehicles are in front of me. I take a moment to glance over the atmosphere, and itís the perfect kind of day honestly. Light gray skies, not too hot, nor too cold, and it almost feels as if Iím on my way to heading home.

      I eventually arrive at the gas station that was beyond the stop light I previously was around, and the price showed up as $3.19 for gas on a Red sign that was probably 100 feet or so in the air. The number and ď$Ē was portrayed through the same format you would see in an electronic scoreboard.

      I turn to the left into the entrance of the gas station, and now the dream shifts completely. There isnít even a gas station to begin with, only a fairly large building thatís probably 5 stories high. It consisted of dull dark colors, and tinted windows. I go inside, and Iím lurking around trying to find a gas station in a building.

      Eventually, I presumed a room Iím entering would be where I could get some gasoline. I donít know how I could deduce something like that, but I just let it happen naturally. A room to my right seems to have a lot of people sitting down watching something, maybe T.V.

      So I go inside, and I slowly walked in, looking around to the right to see if thereís another pathway to take, or if I should stay where I am right now. One noticeable dream character was a blonde male that looked like he was in his mid to late twenties, and he was wearing a basic light gray shirt with blue jeans. His beard seemed to mix around dirty blonde, to almost a light brown color.

      I believe I asked him on whether or not this is where we would wait for gasoline. He nods, and states (paraphrasing):

      ďIf youíre expecting to meet your girl on time, this might take a while.Ē

      Before I could even make a response as to how he knows what Iím doing, even though I donít know where I was planning to head after getting gasoline, I noticed two people having a conversation to the left of me.

      I couldnít see the individual that was closest to me, because their back was facing me. But I could see the other person, who looked like Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men. I believe heís wearing a striped orange and white polo shirt, and is probably wearing Khaki or milky light brown pants with a dark brown belt.

      He looks at me for a while and smiles, and Iím curious on whether or not if he can be a reliable person to ask where I could find gasoline instead of having to wait in this room where other people are apparently waiting or gas.

      Alan Harper goes back into focusing on the conversation, and I canít remember what happens next.


      Sharon Newman Fiasco & Samuel Jackson is Making me Chop an Office Box (DILD)


      Things start out in a warehouse thatís fairly packed with metal shelves with random objects. The atmosphere of the dream made things too dark to bother with observing the environment around me, so I donít know if those shelves were filled with boxes or anything. To the right of me are a series of windows, which is pretty much the only light source illuminating the area for the time being.

      Iím only spectating whatís going on in the dream, but I see Sharon Newman in white bath cloth with another man wearing the same as well. The guy definitely doesnít look like anyone sheís going with in the show at all, and he seems to be around 30 years of age. He has short blonde hair, and has a few rugged features surrounding his visage.

      They donít seem to be doing anything other than probably having a conversation with each other, and then to the right, someone seems to be heading their inside the warehouse, and they look like Nicholas Newman. Heís wearing a brown jacket thatís only going down a few inches under his waist region.

      He comes inside the warehouse, and it seems now Iím fluctuating between perspectives of the spectator view, and the guy that Sharon Newman was just with. Sharon Newman turns around, and seems mildly surprised that Nicholas is here, and I believe she starts flashing her body in front of him for a few seconds.

      Nicholas looks at her, and then shifts his face diagonally, almost as if heís slightly bothered on whatís going on. While Iím trying to validate whose body Iím in, Nicholas eventually leaves, and Sharon does the same after a few seconds. Now Iím positive that Iím inside the body of the Blonde guy, but thereís still some doubt.

      Thereís a table right behind me (I was mostly facing the window to the right), and it consisted of a gray metallic texture. The dream shifts a bit where Samuel Jackson in his Avengers attire arrives. I freak out for a bit, since his expression seems like he has ill intentions in mind.

      Not that kind of expresion

      He takes out a sword, and waves it around for a bit, which intimidates me even further. I feel as if heís making threats at me, but it would be difficult to recall what he stated exactly to me. But then he sits down, and offers me the sword. I take it immediately, and I proceed to follow his instructions, seeing how he doesnít seem to have an ambition to attack me.

      Between us on the table is an office box, you know, the ones with the oval cut-outs for handles on the side, and the square box top to cover it. It has a purple top, and the box itself is white with a few black fonts and thin lines near the top region on the sides. Based on how Samuel Jacksonís gestures, he seems to be instructing me to start chopping up the box. I hold the hilt tightly, and things shift into a first person perspective. I raise my arms, and I proceed to make my first attempt of slicing the box.

      The box itself is surprisingly durable, but Iím able to almost make a clean slice. Samuel Jackson instructs me to keep going at it, and I proceed to go through trial and error of what kind of strength I would have to apply to completely cut through the box. The box is sturdy, and seems to never shift an inch, no matter how hard I tried to slice and dice it up.

      After that, I canít remember what I did next.


      Saving Someone & Bypassing Guerrilla Soldiers (DILD)


      This dream was way too long for me to get time to expound on it, so I'll just give a brief breakdown.

      • I'm with a few dream characters, and we have a goal to save someone that's apparently prisoned in some kind of guerrilla infrastructure
      • I take the initiative to go inside, while the others apparently play their roles
      • We somehow managed to rescue the individual(s), and I have to find a way to get out without alerting the Guerrilla Soldiers that seem to be similar to the models in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory
      • Iím almost at the rendezvous point, but I have to observe 1-2 soldiers movements to avoid taking the wrong move and being caught
      • After being patient for few minutes, I take the opportunity, and I believe I escaped
      • Throughout the dream, feelings of adrenaline, fear, and having to control that at the dead of night within the dream environment were the main challenges for me


      I Almost Hit a Child while Reverse Driving (DILD)


      Even though this was a dream, it was a close one that the child wasnít injured at all.

      Anyway, before I get to that, things start out where Iím interested in buying something. I donít know what I have in mind, but I presume I donít have money for the time being. Wherever I was heading, I was probably following a relative of mine to a food store.

      I glanced over an electronics store on the way, and wanted to get a particular advice that was probably some kind of memory storage, or something of that nature. After a while, Iím left alone, and I proceed to going back where I parked initially.

      While Iím going back, a female with dark brown hair (or maybe black hair) comes to me, gives me $100, and leaves. After absorbing how shocked I was from this generous act, I contemplated on who that particular dream character looked like. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and was wearing a dark colored sweater where there were vertical seams, along with wearing blue female jeans.

      Iím not sure what I was going to do, and I had an urge to go to the electronics store, but my recall of what happened next is bad. All I know is that Iím back at the vehicle, and I wanted to prepare to drive out. I unlock the vehicle, do the usual thing, start up the engine, and wait for a while.

      I noticed that through the rear-view mirror, there was an African-American female walking by with her child. The older female had a crisp and vibrant hairstyle with dark brown colors, and a hint of lighter golden brown dye as well. I believe she was wearing a light milky caramel jacket that stretched all the way down to her ankles.

      She was wearing dark clothes underneath the jacket, probably dark violet for the shirt, or at least the shoes, I donít know precisely. Her child was wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue dots everywhere. She was wearing some kind of cool related color, maybe violet, or blue. She had a pompom hairstyle as well, and I shift my awareness at looking through the rear-view mirrors and side mirrors as well.

      Unfortunately, the moment I try to reverse, the vehicle is slightly out of my control. It backs up, and then swerves to the right, and then straightens out so fast that I worried on whether or not I rammed into anyone, especially the child. The vehicle stops, and I set it on park, and I quickly get out of the door, panicking and wondering what in the world was going on just now.

      Fortunately, the child and the mother are safe, but the mother is very angry at me. I didnít know what to say other than slowly trying to calm myself down. She starts saying random things, and she stated she would call the police or something, but after a while, I just went back to the vehicle since I didnít injure anyone.

      I donít know why the sudden change in demeanor occurred, though it was probably just because it was a dream all along, and thereís no need for me to fixate on something like this. The dream shifts where thereís a random series of me standing near the middle of a turning area on the road. Then thereís one where thereís an African-American female walking with 3-4 children.

      I canít remember anything else for the dream.
    15. Danzo Gets The Senju DNA

      by , 03-09-2014 at 04:56 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Danzo Gets The Senju DNA (DILD)


      It's almost as if I'm at a sky city, but I'm not aware of this throughout the dream. I'm standing on a series of long wooden planks that are coated in red.

      Feeling a sense of adrenaline surging through my dream body, and how I had awkward mental states fluctuating, and that Hashirama is actually talking to me made this obvious. Though it's a typical dream where I decided to be a spectator, and see how things would progress, because those are always fun when you don't have constant worries of having to plan.

      Hashirama seems to be worried about something, but I'm not really bothered to ask him why. I knew that behind me would be a drop off from a high elevation, so I look forward to find there's a very large entrance that seems to be surrounded by some kind of mini-mountain. Inside, there seems to be a lot of retaliation going on, and I rush into the scene for no apparent reason.

      Danzo is fighting someone, though I can't make out the facial composition of the other individual. It seems Danzo gets his neck pierced with a sword that goes digonally into his stomach.

      Forgetting about all Naruto Shippuden logic, somehow I'm convinced that Hashirama's Senju DNA was something conveniently given before his (Danzo) apparent death in this dream. But of course, it's just an illusion when it's prevalent that he's using Izanagi. He looks at me, and probably Hashirama as well. And then he has a purple aura surrounding him, carrying on with the fight with whoever is surrounding us.

      I can't remember much after that.

      Updated 03-09-2014 at 04:59 AM by 47756

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