Linkzelda's Dream Journal

08.01.2016

The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I’m going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Denny’s. The flooring consists of a bland, dark green carpet with some blotches in it, and the walls are dark brown, with no attempts at hiding the creases of the planks utilized to sustain the composition.

The lighting is surprisingly bright, and most of the area seems to be dark, and I noticed the light seems to conform to wherever our current proximity is. I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I’m getting flashes that I’m probably wearing a sky blue dress shirt with some black dress pants, and brown shoes; maybe even a Khaki/vanilla colored dress shirt with similar colored dress pants as well.

So, as we’re going inside, there’s a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for “two,” but noticed it was putting up for 3, but the waitress inferred that it was for two instead. I quickly put my right hand down, and tried to shrug off the awkward situation. The waitress is wearing a black shirt, pants, and an apron as well. She looks like she’s in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail that’s scattered about at the ends, and has some makeup that makes her visage a little bulkier, but not in terms of fat. There was something attractive about it, but I can’t fathom precisely why.

She has the menu on her left hand, and it’s a vanilla sheet of paper that’s protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. She’s waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesn’t touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and I’m tempted to look at her rear because she’s moving like a pendulum.

She turns her head to the side, and I feel she noticed, and she quickly turned back to the front to continue guiding us where to go. Just when she thought she would find a table for us, I glanced over to my right of a Non-Smoking section stated for verbatim.

As she’s preparing to make a complete 180 to eventually ask us if this table will be alright, I asked her if we can go into the non-smoking section. Before I bother listening to her retort, I noticed the table we would’ve sat around had some random dream characters that were already preparing themselves to eat, which was really awkward for the waitress to suggest.

She eventually guides us through the non-smoking area, and this environment is starting to feel like some grandiose train with several layers going laterally for some reason due to the how every time we go through a door, it’s like going through the train’s door and mini-hallways before going to the next section. There was this old school vibe behind the train, but it was fairly maintained in appearance.

We eventually reach to the other end, and noticed that there’s some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. They’re covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. There’s some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but I’m not interested in going into detail on that.

So, we’re sitting down, and we finally prepare for what to eat. I remember there were other dream characters that were talking and asking people certain questions like their childhood, etc. I think I pitched in at some point, and started having flashes fabricated out of nowhere.

It’s like each flash was a pocket dimension for me to experience those moments that I never really experienced before. These little conduits were transient, but somehow gave me the implication that I had these experiences before, even though I explicitly can say with confidence that these were merely fabricated.

Some things that came to mind entailed me running around this tropical beach area where there are some fancy houses around; like some large backyard where there’s this gregarious hangout, and everyone has a spirited disposition. I see remnants of my visage as a child, and me moving around with joy, and then said entity twirling around to face towards me smiling, and then dissipating.

I go back into being aware of the current environment with the restaurant section, and things start fading out from there.

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08.01.2016

Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that I’m in some train, but still feel a bit too large for the notion. Things are darker than the previous dream, and the orange lighting is the dominate feature that bleeds into the brown-colored theme of the walls, furniture, and cabinets as well.

There’s this surreal vibe I’m picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that I’m going through a resting period from some kind of conflict, or objective that was chaotic, I think.


Whatever the case, I move forward to an area that looks like a mini-bar, and it seems that it’s already at its closing period, and I noticed an Asian female is all by herself sitting down preparing to munch down on some late night food. She has this waitress outfit where the black dress on top of the white dress shirt she’s wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. She’s really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance.

She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though she’s not paying too much attention to me. I noticed that Shane West is also preparing to sit next to her, and asked her while pointing at some Tacos,

“Are you going to eat that?”

She makes the “No” gesture, and he proceeds to sit down. I go forward, and go around the side and asked her if I can eat some as well. She moves around to sit next to the middle of me and Shane West, and she continues eating. I sit down, and I take that as a “yes,” and proceeded to take one of the tacos.

The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese that’s dripping on the sides very slowly. I can see the viscosity glaring at me along with the warm ground beef, and the vegetable toppings with lettuce, tomatoes, and such drenched on the top. I knew it was a dream, and it’s not like I’m cheating on a diet, or anything.

I take one long bite where I get my teeth into the taco, and moved my tongue around as if I was trying to caress it, and took a long series of chews to absorb the bulkiness of it all. I can feel the cheesy juices going into my throat, and I let out those “Hmm..Hmm..” sounds. I told her that this is really good, and started to munch them down one by one. I felt a slight disturbance in my stomach, but I didn’t care.

The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.

08.29.2012

Sean Connery's Hideout and Tommy Lee Jones (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sean Connery and me were at a beach, and he's just wearing a dark blue beach underwear. He presses some button near some rocks, which opens up a secret door. We quickly go in and it closes, and the insides of this place consists of shades of brown.

The place was fairly small, but pretty nice for one person living here. I see Sean Connery, though I can't remember what he's wearing exactly, probably a dark brown sweater and khaki pants now instead.

He's walking around, and I'm just standing there watching him move around his hideout. I try to make conversation with him and tell him,

"You keep this place pretty clean Connery," and I also mentioned something else about the place he's hiding in, probably related to what conceals the place.

He moves around a bit some more and tells me,

"There's still some bottles on the floor."

I didn't know what to say after that, so I decided to look around the place myself. I looked at window curtains, which completely covered the windows. They had some weird colors, but most of them were dark colors, maybe some white too. I take a slight peek to see what's outside, and I see a lot of houses that are packed together.

They were long sideways but not so much in length. Most of the houses I'm looking at had bright colors like light yellow for the base and dark colors like dark borwn for the roof. The back of some houses were supported by these thick wooden structures that were deep into the ground, and some houses were even above a slight downward slope.

I look around a bit, and this place seems peaceful, and at some point in the dream I decided to go to the exit, but not open anything. It was like a big pipe entry that was cut in half. I look around the walls and floor, and one part was different from the rest. Instead of being a darker shade of brown, it looked like it had a gold-ish type of color.

Maybe that was the switch to activate the exit, beats me. I go back in, and probably did more searching around the house while Connery was busy doing something else.

The dream shifts, and apparently, someone has found out about Connery's hideout. He's out defending himself, and I'm only watching him, but I'm not part of the action at all. He's just using a pistol, dodging bullets while staying near the secret entrance that's covered up.

But the environment now changes from a beach to some kind of construction area. The secret entrance was to the left of a small sandy hill that almost went over a gray wired fence. Connery was on that slope, and barely takes any shots at people.

The dream shifts again, and I don't see Connery anymore, and I'm pointing a gun at someone, but it doesn't seem like they're going to do anything to me. I'm still being cautious because I don't know how I got inside this bus in the first place.

The inside walls and ceiling were light green, and the seats had a dark turquoise type of color, and this whole section felt so old to me. I had a feeling I ran out of ammo, so I quickly too some gun magazine and quickly slide it into the slot of the gun.

I put the magazine in the wrong way, because while I'm still holding a gun, I get an angle where I can see under me, and the magazine is clearly not inserted right.

LOOOOOOOOL.

I had to do something quick, so I pretended to act all serious again in front of these people, and quickly take out the magazine and put it in correctly this time. I aim the gun left and right at the three people near me just to make sure none of them don't pull a fast one on me.

By this time, the third person was outside of the bus near the opened window behind the driver's seat. I don't recognize her visage at all, looks like a randomly generated dream character. Most of them are wearing white dress shirts and black pants, almost like fancy pilots and flight attendants.

Then Tommy Lee Jones, a fairly old version of him, comes in out nowhere, and walks slowly towards me. While he's walking on the left side getting closer and closer, he looks at me for a little while, stops where he's at, and after that, I forget what happens next.

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08.29.2012

Penetrating Contest (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is weird.

Spoiler for 18+:

I'm with three woman, maybe four I think? Not sure. One looks like the adult version of Imari from Bible Black. She has a penis and has penetrating someone. I'm not sure if I'm having sex with another woman side by side with Imari, but I do know that based on how fast the clock above us on the right is spinning, it determines how fast we or just Imari has to penetrate the woman in front of her.

I think Opheliablue was in on the game as well, but I can't remember actually seeing her. It was in a dark room with some light to just see everyone in the small area, while the rest of the place was blacked out.

I see from a slightly aerial view of Imari penetrating.......and there's really not much I can remember from this point.