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    1. Saturday, August 3

      by , 08-10-2019 at 06:52 PM
      I am inside what feels like a gas station, kind of like a Maverick. There is a rolling grill containing the typical gas station hot dogs. I look at the two or three different types and their prices. There is a good price for three of them, so I think Iíll do that. I sort of self consciously think about what Iíd look like carrying around three hot dogs with toppings. I now put two each on their own stale looking bun. Thereís a fluid that runs off onto the bun; they look terribly under done, but still I keep them. Now, Caitie comes out of nowhere and, apparently working here, asks to see my ID. Iím not sure if sheís joking or not but, as we walk up to the counter, find out that she isnít. I pull out my ID and give it to her, noticing how long this blue counter is. We talk for a bit and I think sheís really scrutinizing the ID.
    2. Little Fragments 12/30/2017

      by , 12-30-2017 at 01:11 PM
      Some Fragments
      - Something about telling somebody to give me the last two hot dogs?

      - It was my 26th birthday and was taking snapchat pictures with sister and friends. Found A gold dollar coin with my birth year on it in a pile of change from C's dresser.

      - Not sure if I was just flying or if I was an actual bird; but I was in the sky searching down below for a gas station.
      I saw an old timey one and flew down to it, complaining that it was old and probably didn't work etc..

      - I think I was near the gas pump but there was this odd wall made of small rectangular concrete blocks that I had to (for some reason) crack the code to them. There was a large beautiful tree behind me that seemed to glisten in the sun.Some male character was coming towards me.

      - In the hospital, had my left leg/knee on top of some ice. Sister says, "they must be getting you ready for surgery". I freak out a little and she yells asking the question. A person comes in (nurse I reckon) and puts a tube into my knee about an inch thick/around and pretty long, filled with cubes of ice. I guess the tube must have been through my knee/leg out on the other side because she began to 'Flush' my leg with ice. It went super fast through the tube and ice kept going through it really fast. It didn't hurt but I yelled out/groaned when it started because it startled me.
    3. Car Accident & Looking For a Mechanic

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


      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.
    4. 261015: Back at Work, Angry at the Drunken Mob. Shooting Spree Nightmare

      by , 10-27-2015 at 05:26 PM (The Dream Journal)
      I'm back at my old workplace at the gas station talking to a friend there before I start the night shift. There is a rock climbing wall where the soda machine was, I mention if he's into that stuff still as I climb up the wall a little. He says he mostly into parkour. I'm about to mention a friend of mine who's also into wallclimbing but ramble on about a how I know him and never get to the end of my story. Customers rush in and I have to start serving them.

      They are all middle-aged and obnoxiously drunk. The familiar stress of so many people vying for my attention. I do my best to serve them and my co-worker friend disappears. There are too many of them and they get behind the counter, drunk and not carrying. This aggravates me until I reach my breaking point and yell out for everyone to get out. They all laugh and ignore me. This makes me very angry and I stare at them with contempt and rage and they eventually leave. One middle-aged woman turns and comes back just to spite me, smiling a drunk smile. I yell at her but she does not react. I charge at her and she still refuses to move. I stop right in front of her. With contempt, I tell her I pity her and turn around. As I do she fakes that I hit her and she falls on the ground under a table. I turn around, knowing what she's up to, and not wanting any misunderstandings with anyone else. I jab her with my finger in the side and she jolts up. I sigh and go away.

      Back at the counter I see two of my friends, what a relief. They are dressed as rockabillies, slicked hair and leather jackets. I greet them and tell them it's the same stuff as usual. They are with to Swedish speaking girls. I try to speak Swedish but it sounds absolutely ridiculous. We all laugh as I try to pronounce the price of their purchases. One of my friends tries to get me through a hoop of rope. As my feet go through it knocks a blueberry plate unto the ground from a table, my sister is sad at it breaking. Can it be replaced?

      I wake up, write the dream down and try to float into sleep gently. See hypnogogic images of melting cubic people and people with only single numbers carved into their heads as faces.

      Walking down a crowded alley of a tightly built European city. The buildings rise up on either side, shading the streets below. I'm with two French or Dutch couples. They talk about a magic powder they have smuggled. I get water as they all order pizza, one of the woman looks at me with disdain.

      I'm in front of Big Ben in London, a cloudy day. I see graffiti all over a double-decked bus except it's an ad for fast food. Is it the magic powder showing me the real state of the world? That ads are graffiti by companies?!

      I see a booth in the road, a warlock works in it, an old British man, who punishes people who break rules. If someone comes late to work, he punishes them by locking them up in his shack. "If you're late, you do time."

      There is a Vice City-style shootout. People in the house are all dead. I'm confused... Have I done this? Oh God, what am I going to do? I see three people I know gunned down on the floor in different rooms of the cluttered house in the city, two cats also lie motionlessly on the ground. I worry, thinking of what I've done and what is going to happen to me. I walk down and see the cats, they still seem to be faintly breathing. I try to pick one up, it's in pain, I don't know how to hold it. I have to get it help. Doing that will show everyone what I've done. What have I done? What can I do?

      I look around to see if someone else is breathing or moving, no one is. I try to get used to the fact that everything is going to end. Two other friends enter the house, sitting down by a few steps, haven't they noticed what has happened? When will they and what will they do?
    5. Trip

      by , 05-19-2015 at 01:49 AM
      I went on a road trip with my aunt and uncle. We stopped in a city parking lot behind a hotel while my uncle took care of some thing in the van while I went inside the hotel to eat.

      I sat down on a table in the lobby of the hotel, whose interior looked really nice with lots of gold chandeliers and wall decorations and column trims and a lot of velvet carpeting. the table itself was made from dark wood. An Asian couple was sitting in front of me. I was served (without even asking for anything) a plate of fish-looking rings on top of some lettuce leaves.

      I took one bite and instantly spit it out. It was some of the most bitter food I had ever tasted. All of a sudden Chef Gordon Ramsay came up next to me and asked me what was wrong. After I told him about the fish rings he tasted a pinch of it and said, "that's absolutely terrible." then the Asian couple tasted a bit with the same reaction.

      That meal made me leave the hotel, and when I got back my uncle told me about a puppy Great Dane with a spotted coat that they had which they knew was going to die.

      We kept driving down a barren road and we bumped into my programing teacher driving the other way. we stopped to talk (in the middle of the road because, again, it was really barren) and I told him about the puppy that was going to die. He started to cry while carrying him in his hands.

      After meeting up with him we somehow found my physics teacher and stopped by in a gas station. We all went inside and my physics teacher called me over to the women's restroom. Once inside I found that my aunt was also in there and they were both ready to jump scare my uncle, which they (somehow) knew was coming.

      That's all I remember...
    6. 6/16/2014

      by , 06-20-2014 at 04:07 AM
      I dreamt that I pulled into A SECU which was on a lot with a gas station. I parked my car and went into a Denny's, where I met Kristy. We waited to be seated and I thought the waitresses were rude. I also dreamt that my car was showing low tire pressure.
    7. 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.

    8. 1985

      by , 04-09-2014 at 02:23 PM
      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #199: 1985

      Iím hanging out with my friends ďLeroyĒ, ďCaptain KirkĒ, and ďRĒ in a hotel room. Iím explaining to them that if we all think of the same time period at once, weíll begin a shared dream that transports us to that time.

      ďThink of 1985!Ē I cry excitedly. Everyone gets a look of concentration on their faces and
      I become lucid as a ďshared dreamĒ of 1985 begins.

      I spy a bin full of socks nearby. ďEveryone wear their socks like they did in 1985!Ē I say, and everyone grabs a pair of long socks and pulls them all the way up. (I donít think people really wore their socks this way in 1985, but oh well.)

      I yank my socks up to knee height. ďItís hip to be square,Ē I say, and the DCs laugh at my awkward 80s reference. For some reason I think this is hilarious, and Hip to Be Square starts playing faintly in the background. (Not released until 1986! )

      We walk outside of the hotel room to a nighttime scene at a gas station. ďCaptain KirkĒ points toward a nearby Bronco at a refueling station and says, ďWe need to put some gas in the car.Ē We all walk over there and he starts filling up the tank. (I donít recall him paying in advance with a credit card.)

      Leroy suddenly looks worried and says, ďWe lost [The Schwartz]!Ē (ďThe SchwartzĒ is another friend who hasnít yet appeared in this scene.) I have a false memory of The Schwartz being in our group earlier and think weíve lost him. I know that the disappearance of a DC isnít anything to get worried about, but I agree that we should look for him.

      Thereís a brick building nearby. Leroy and I enter it through a metal doorway and we wind up in a huge room thatís clearly bigger than the building itself. It looks like some kind of trap-filled dungeon, complete with a large pit of bloody spikes and stone walls lined with torches. On a ledge maybe fifteen feet above, we see The Schwartz gripping a rope and preparing to swing across the pit like Tarzan.

      Iím still aware that this is a dream, but Iím not sure that I want to see how this plays out. Leroy and I implore the Schwartz to come down from the ledge and not go swinging over a pit of dream-spikes. Noticing us for the first time, he waves down to us.
      The dream ends shortly after.
    9. 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.
    10. 3/3/14 - panda hat

      by , 03-04-2014 at 02:10 AM (Leaving the matrix)
      I'm wearing my panda hat, and keep walking up and down this place I'm at. I'm trying to avoid these adults for some reason. They'll tell me to get to the room were everyone is going, so I keep acting like I have shit to do. I decide to go into the bathroom to pretend I have to use the restroom. The whole time my panda hat keep falling off to the ground and I don't feel it until I randomly realize it's not on my head and have to run and retrace my steps to find it before someone jacks it. I get into the restroom and there's not light, just daylight from outside so it's kinda dim. There's a human at the mirror doing something, I pay them no attention and try to find a stall, but they're all dirty or the stall doors are too short or somethings wrong with them in some way, so I decide to exit the bathroom but from the other door. I walk out and begin walking to this restaurant/gas station type things because I see that there's a lot of people loitering. I drop my hat a few times on the way, and I enter through the side glass door, my friends boyfriend runs up to me looking panicked carrying his girlfriend in his arms and with his hand over her heart. He pleads for me to help her, make her breathe again. So I put my left hand on her heart and turn my head away for some reason feeling disappointed, and after a few seconds she begins to breathe and slowly awakens dazed. He asks me how I do it, and I say "we're shy around each other is all", then I get up and walk back out the door I came in from. I walk down towards the bathroom again not knowing where I should go for sure, then I realize my hat had fallen off my head again, I panic and run around to find it but sudden;y a huge crowd is all around me trying to get places some going left some going right, and I can't see where my hat went. I see this woman with a panda hat in her hand, I run over and snatch it from her and run, Then I realize it's not mine because this one is really dirty and my names isn't on the inside tag, so I return it to her and apologize. Then I see this woman come to the view through the crowd and she has a panda hat bright white clean like mine, and she gives me this fearful look like I caught her and she starts to make a run for it, but I snatch it from her and she tries to get it back but I yell at her that it's mine and then I begin to question whether it is mine so I look at the inner tag and see my name written on it in my sisters hand writing and I yell "HA!" at the woman and she looks busted and I walk off and put it back on my head and finally hold on to it better through the paw pockets, but now everyone walking passed and towards me are giving me dirty looks.
    11. 17th July 2013 Palace on fire, Weird gas station, Caves and LoZ-like game

      by , 07-17-2013 at 11:49 PM (Scionox's Journal of Dreams)
      Dream 1(fragments):

      I was in some palace-like place and it was on fire, i was in some group and we were evacuating people, then there was some princess i had to find and after leading her to the exit, a voice with leader-like tone, that i thought to be a dragon, said to search for more people.

      Dream 2:

      I was entering some gas station place with some group, it was somewhat abandoned. Many doors and windows were closed one way or another. Inside we found some junky person, i was asking him about something but he was laughing and was unreliable in many ways. We kept searching through the building until one of us, a kid that looked like he was from some anime, found a secret passage in a wall of hay, and what we were searching for was here and it was a vehicle of some kind. The junky dude from before kept following us and when we were going on the vehicle outside, he got a hose that sprayed some liquid around that on contact made people drunk, it hit a few cars, including one police car, drivers of which promptly got drunk and drove them into walls and stuff, the liquid missed us though.

      Dream 3:

      I was in some group and we were wandering around, we went near some power plant looking place and then reached an area full of caves. I went into one of caves and there was lava in some place, at certain point i got my PC and started playing some video game.
      It was 3D semi top-down semi from-behind perspective game that had Link from LoZ as main character, progressing through some dungeon, i also thought that it was some LoZ inspired game and that it was made in game maker(Interestingly though, i haven't played any games from LoZ series yet IWL). I was controlling the character, finding way through that dungeon and fighting various enemies, ones were some humanoid brown rat-like creatures. There was also checkpoint/save point system, but i really disliked it.
      I got distracted from game and went outside the cave, and i ended up scouting around some hill area. Soon i found some girl with a spear and another person, i suddenly decided to borrow the spear for something without asking for a bit, which i did, and in the end getting hit hard with that spear after returning it, which didn't affected me much though. I returned to cave and continued game.
      Soon i reached what appeared to be endgame part, there was some place with stone conveyor belt-like mechanisms, i was talking to some shadow person and i had to make a choice. I knew that one of choices triggers one endings immediately so i selected another one to prolong the game. Some genie-like beings as well as some efreets were spawned through whole dungeon and i had to find/fight my way through it, but this time from the end to the start. After some fight i have found that different shadow person was waiting for me, it literally grabbed my character and we quickly got back to start of dungeon, though near the end it was behaving weird and i thought AI glitched up a bit, also it was killing enemies almost in one hit.
      Upon reaching the exit i suddenly was in game instead of just playing it, there were some scientist people waiting and testing some experimental stuff. One of them being 'living' boots of various kinds. They were making new ones, that looked yellow and had small 'legs', i thought i would test them even though scientists were against that, so i got them on and they became alive and started bouncing extremely. I ended up bouncing around the place and getting "Tester for !!Fun!!" achievement.
    12. His own gas station

      by , 04-19-2013 at 09:31 AM
      My memory of this dream starts from the point where I'm at my university, in one of the classrooms on the second floor. I'm sitting next to my best friend and a few tables to the left I see more of my friends. It seems we're about to have a test and the teacher goes around the room to hand out the exam sheets. One of my friends, Feicko, thinks the teacher is cute and makes a pass at her. I don't remember her response because as soon as I looked at Feicko, I remembered that he wanted to have his own gas station and that I promised to support him.

      All of a sudden I find myself in my sister's car on the side of the highway and I see some of my friends driving by, and I know they're headed to Feicko's new gas station. As soon as I saw an opening, I joined the traffic on the highway and it just so happens that my best friend is driving behind me in a similar car, the only difference is the color: I'm driving metallic silver and he's driving black. Not far from where I joined the traffic the road bends to the right and I decided to follow it. But then I saw all of my friends exit the highway on the right just before the curb and I immediately step on the brakes, because I don't want to miss this exit and find another way to get back. So I put the car in reverse, back up and take the exit.

      Now I'm standing next to the guard rail. I can see Feicko's gas station and although it's easy to reach, I stand there wondering how the hell I'm going to get there. Then all of a sudden one of my teachers from elementary school shows up, only to show me that there is a green mini pipe(exactly like in the super mario games) hidden in the guard rail and that the other end is near the gas station. I try to go inside the pipe, but it's just too small and I tell him that. He says that it's not that difficult, you just have dive in it hand first as if you're jumping in a swimming pool. He then proceeds to tell me that the small size sometimes makes it difficult to get to the end of the tunnel and that he once was stuck just before the end. This freaked me out, because the tunnel went underground and if you were to get stuck, no one would find you and you'd die. After this either my memory of the dream or the dream itself ends.

      Too bad I couldn't become lucid this time, despite all the oddities stacking up in front of my eyes . Well, next time I'll succeed!
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. 4/14/13 - The Ware house games/Somebody killed Princess Jasmin

      by , 04-14-2013 at 09:55 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      I am in some really big ware house, something like costtco. I'm standing in front of this booth out of many booths, other people are standing here with me & we're all waiting for something to begin. It's some sort of survival competition, & invisible robotic authority wants amusement from us. The authority seems to drops the rules in our head because we never hear anything but we now what to do. I can even read some of the peoples minds. I know one of the competitors is the girl I love in waking life, but my subconscious never seems to re-create her perfectly. There is the boy who I know likes her too. I can't see his face through his black hair though. The authority intends to drop a big pile of clothes in the booth, and wants us to hurriedly grab some clothes and put them on. I know which clothes the boy wants, so I'm first to grab at some clothes and I grab the pants and jacket the boy wants, which isn't a problem because they were the pants and jacket I wanted too. I can tell he's irritated and I grin to myself. It's like I'm so bent on besting him that I don't give any attention to the girl, but people are beginning to group up in allies, and I just run off alone while the boy walks over to the girl I like & they silently walk together. I get kind of annoyed but I was to caught up in the wrong side of competition or something. Then the authority makes the clothes disappear off of us, and it dumps all the clothes into another mixed up pile into another booth we all have to get to from the places we ran off to. I'm already near the booth I just have to run up to it, I see the boy running from my left and the girl walking fast behind him, so I sprint into the booth and find the jeans, and another pair of jeans, and then I see the jacket right as he comes into the booth, I grab it, then he puts his hand on it and tugs but I pull it full force out of his hand, then he says "I thought we were supposed to fight for the clothes?!" then I say, "I just did", and I run off to put the clothes on and I'm disappointed that I must look like a jerk to the girl. She doesn't know the boy is an even bigger jerk, I know his intentions.

      Me and some of my family are in a SUV going to vegas. I'm in the back seat playing on a tablet different games that seem to merge into each other. It is hot, very hot. My grandma pulls over at a gas station to fill the car up. My two cousins get out to throw all their ridiculous amount of trash away in the gas station trash can. A gas station worker is standing there and notices, she says that the trash cans are only for trash that comes from the convenient store, not from cars so she tells us we have to leave, and we didn't get gas yet. My two cousins just laugh they don't care, so my grandma says we're going back home we're turning around, and I'm bummed about it and think they ruin everything. When we get to my grandmas house they leave and it's just me my grandma and mom. I ask her are we still going to vegas? and she whispers in her ear that only us will go when she goes to visit her friend and I'm excited again. While she's walking out of the yard I see something, it's fresh dug dirt in the shape of a body and there's mushroom growing on top in the body shape, I know somebody must've buried a body there and I tell my grandma but she doesn't believe me at first so we get up closer and the fresh dirt turns to light grey plaster in the shape of a human body, my grandma flicks at some of it near the head area, and it clears away some and we both see princess jasmins hair and headband and she wigs out and runs off somewhere I assume to get someone. Then I whispers to my mom to come look and I tell her the same thing and my mom looks and we wonder who the fuck killed princess jasmin.
    14. The Dream Coordinator

      by , 02-14-2013 at 04:06 PM
      This was a fun but weird DILD that hit right at the end of a very long NLD. The sudden introduction of this "Dream Coordinator" character was interesting. I enjoy it when my subconscious plays back at me like that.

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #66: The Dream Coordinator

      I'm on an epic quest, roaming on foot across the United States with several odd characters: a man in his 50s dragging around an 8-foot potted plant, an 11-year-old anorexic boy, and a pretty, short-haired woman in her mid-40s named "Mrs. Rearden". I've been journeying with Mrs. Rearden the longest and I trust her completely.

      It's a foggy morning, and we're all sitting for a moment on a long couch outside of a gas station. I notice that gas is "$1200 / 1000 gallons". I think, "$1200?? God, that's expensive." But I take a moment to do the math and realize that this gas is actually super cheap. "Ah... tricky, tricky!" I think.

      I see one of those gas station signs with the changeable letters. It reads, "DUDE THIS SUCKS", which I find surprising. I look closer and see that it has changed to "YES WE'RE OPEN!" Just below the sign I see a row of frightening stone gargoyles perched along one of the gas station walls. Finally I've been bombarded with enough clues and
      now I know that this is a dream.

      The other DCs stare silently ahead, so I ignore them and take a look around. It's still foggy, but I realize that I'm not outside at all but rather in what looks like an enormous airplane hangar. There are windows high up in the corner and I float toward one, planning to phase outside. As I reach the window, though, my vision goes black.

      I feel myself floating back down, so once again I imagine that I have a gladius in my hand and start swinging it around everywhere. I land back on the ground, but everything stays black. I can still feel the weight of the gladius and my moving arm, though, so I feel fairly relaxed. I start probing at my dream body and discover that I seem to be wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. Suddenly worried, I check to make sure that my wiener is still there. Yes, all is well.

      I've been in the dark longer than I'd like so I call out for help. "Somebody come help me! Mrs. Rearden, I need you to help me!" There's no response. I poke and slap at my face, hoping something will happen. Finally, I decide that maybe something will happen if I take off my boxer shorts. As soon as I attempt this, I hear Mrs. Rearden shout, "Don't do that! Stop it! Here, I'll help you." She grabs my left hand, gives it a hard yank, and pulls me into a new dream scene just outside of a door.

      I keep a grip on her hand and we walk through the door. We're on the second story walkway of a mall. Mrs. Rearden looks frightened. She mutters, "This is not where the Coordinator wants us to be."

      I'm stunned by this. "Who? The Coordinator?"

      "Yes," she says. "The Dream Coordinator. This was not what he had planned." She is really upset and keeps looking nervously around the scene

      I tug at her hand and move with her further along the walkway. As we approach an elevator, I say, "There is no Dream Coordinator. This is my dream and we don't answer to anybody. But you don't have to come with me any further. I think I'm okay on my own now."

      She responds that she wants to help, but as she's speaking, I become disconnected from my dream body. My perspective sinks down to the busy food court on the mall's first floor. I feel like an insubstantial apparition and I'm desperate to regain physical form. I try the gladius trick but it feels all wrong.

      There's a guy with a shaved head nearby, black, in his 30s, wandering happily around the food court. I move toward him, hoping that if I make physical contact it'll bring me back into the dream. He sees me floating toward him, though, and takes off at a dead run, screaming in terror. I don't blame him -- if a ghost in nothing but boxer shorts came after me, I'd run like hell, too. With nowhere else to go, I run out of steam and
      the dream ends.
    15. You're Lucid Dreaming, We're All The Same, GPA Miscalculation, Her and my Father

      by , 12-22-2012 at 03:19 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      You're Lucid Dreaming (DILD)


      I'm basically doing a nose plug reality check and telling my mother in the dream that she's dreaming.

      I kept doing the nose plug reality check and it's clear that I can breathe through my nose while I plugged it.

      She's surprised, and I tell her, "Yeah....."

      We were in a completely different dimension where it was just us, it felt like a nice place with absolute assurance of safety.

      It's hard to describe, it was like a void, but the environment consisted mostly of yellow, orange, red, and other vibrant and bright colors.

      There were some sparks here and there, and the ground we were standing on was invisible, which felt weird, but I didn't pay attention to that for very long.


      We're All The Same (Non-lucid)


      I was making constant trips to this Gas Station mini-store, and as I'm trying to get Pringles, Cheetos Puffs, or just a simple soda drink, I meet this man who looks Asian or Hawaiian.

      He looks a lot like Sammo Hung, and he seems passive most of the time as a employee operating the cash register. I think my 3rd trip going into the store to get something, as I'm about to leave, he tells me,

      "You may have this............(forgot the content on what he said), but we're all the same........we're like mirrors...."

      The store itself had a lot of items to buy, and a lot of aisles for a small area. They were easy to pass through, and most of the items were a blur to me until I acknowledged that I wanted something from the aisle I was in.

      The Pringles can was kind of deformed and a bigger than normal, and I had insane cravings to just buy the biggest snacks I could afford.


      GPA Miscalculation (Non-lucid)


      This obviously pertains to how I had to set up an appeal letter because of my GPA in college right now. I hope it gets approved >.<


      I looked at a transcript that seems to be my own, and I looked down to see my GPA in waking life, or at least the GPA for the given semester of college. I checked the overall GPA, and it seemed fine.

      I was busy speculating what I did so wrong here to make me get into having to set up an appeal response for financial aid. Then I realized, soemone miscalculated the GPA by placing the current semester as a separate row below the overall GPA.

      This made the system probably assume that was my overall GPA, which wasn't the case, it was my GPA for this semester before 2013. I get irritated by this, and I immediately set plans to go to my Academic advisor.

      Apparently a relative of mine was going to help me get to there, and I felt she would help me, but when I went outside, it seemed she was long gone. She was wearing a slightly lime green shirt mixed in with some blue to make it a little darker.

      I can still see her, and I was basically following her for a few seconds until I decided to go find a path on my own. I used a teleport/transport medium of some sort that involved using the Thunder God Jutsu from Naruto where I have to touch an item that I can remember easily so I can transport myself there instantly.

      So I picked my two items, and this elevator door appears out of nowhere, and when I open it, it's a portal to get to the Academic Advisors office for Biochemistry. It wasn't anywhere close to the office in waking life, but I had a feeling it would be in this dream.

      I go through the door, and I'm now in a different dimension or location in the dream. I go up to my Advisor and provided her the information on paper, and she clearly saw the miscalculation.

      She stated that she would go over this, and contact me as soon as she can. I feel a lot better,
      and honestly, if I could make this waking life reality, it would be SO AWESOME right now since I'm kind of afraid of what's going to happen now.....

      So while I'm waiting for her to contact me eventually, I decided to summon the elevator door to transport me back to my dream apartment so I can let loose for a while. The amount of stress being lifted off was amazing, I felt like I could breathe again knowing that it was a miscalculation that would boost my GPA big time.

      I don't know what I was doing in my apartment, but it was definitely something pertainin to just relaxing and not worrying about the outcome. The dream shifts where I'm apparently being contacted by the advisor, so I quickly set up the Elevator portal, almost forgetting an item I should use in case I wanted to quickly transport myself to the apartment again.

      The advisor tells me it definitely was a miscalculation, and I looked at the new transcript to find an even better result than last time. I saw an A somewhere on the bottom, and a B, and a few other good grades as well. There was one "D," but I didn't mind at all since my GPA met satisfactory standards to continue receiving financial aid.

      So I started thinking about things I can do to boost my GPA more, and getting motivated to work even harder because of me being able to endure through the small conflict I had when finding the miscalculation of the GPA.

      I realized that the advisor had a mini-fridge behind her while she's sitting down, and apaprently, I could take some stuff and help myself out to a drink or some food. But I didn't take anything out, however, I have the mindset that I did take something out before, and I asked my advisor if she and her assistant wanted me to get them something to drink that I could put into the fridge.

      They didn't mind, and I remembered I had a full liter of Ginger in my fridge back at my dream apartment.

      While I was remembering that, I also get a mental picture of my dream apartment again, and if I had paid more attention to the format of the apartment, I could've been lucid. The thing that was different about the dream apartment, at least one noticeable thing now as I'm typing it out is that the Refridgerator was placed in a different position.

      Instead of being on the left side if I were to enter the apartment and head to the kitchen, it was placed on the opposite side from where it was before. I go through the elevator portal again, and I quickly opened the fridge to grab the Ginger Ale.

      I also noticed that I had a few other things in the fridge,
      like the soda I picked up from the previous dream where the guy told me that we're all the same (the Sammo lookalike dream character).

      I quickly go through the portal once more, and realized I don't need to worry about fixating on an item to transport myself anymore if I have a portal that appears with my mere mention of expressing my will to its manifestation.

      Maybe I should do this for meditation.

      I then get random dream shifts of several areas that looked like they were mixed from other areas in waking life. I saw a few random dream characters and a few familiar faces here and there. There was one girl I saw that liked me in High School, but I quickly ignored her.

      I can't remember anything else that happened in the dream.


      Her and my Father (Non-lucid)


      I just remember my girlfriend meeting with my father, which was something I was very afraid that was going to happen.

      The same encounter that I tried to avoid ended up being casual and nothing of conflict ironically. But I still had my guard up, trying to listen to my girlfriend respond to my father.

      Things seemed okay, and my father was helping her out by picking up and carrying the suitcases she had in the trunk of her car, which was weird, because it wasn't the van/jeep at all.

      She looks down at the trunk, and she seems a bit phased out, and she has her mouth slightly opened while she's looking down. I felt worried that maybe she didn't know what to see to the both of us, and before I tried to comfort her, I forget what happenes next.
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