Linkzelda's Dream Journal

09.06.2012

Locker Combination (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside the locker room of the athletics room in Cy-Lakes, the flooring was light gray, most of the gates to enter the sections of the lockers were open, and there was enough light to see most of them. I go to the tennis locker section, go back to my old locker, but I can't remember exactly where, only knowing that it was on the top section of lockers. Oh, and they were all red, just like in waking life, and had the small holes on top outside, and on the sides in the inside as well.

Without even thinking too much, I twist and turned the the combo lock for 24-16-21, because it felt familiar to me that this was it. It opens with ease, and I take out all of the equipment from racquets to other small things with me. There's a guy on my left, fairly short, barely 5 feet tall, let's call him "Mo." Mo was wearing a light brown jacket, some kind of light dark colored shirt, and regular pants.

I believed he asked me if he could have the racquet that was in my locker room, and I quickly told him, "No."

I told him I can make more money trying to sell than to give it to him. As I'm closing the locker, he tells me he has a job. I ask him to be more specific, and he decalred that it was giving out hotdogs somewhere, and I think he said they were free (what???).

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09.06.2012

Alyzarin's Skirt (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember was walking with Alyssa, and she's wearing a white tank top and a dark blue skirt. The environment is sort of dull, gray skies, a slightly misty atmosphere. I think I was directing her to somewhere, but I don't know where exactly.

I just recall us walking down a black road near a bridge of dull colors probably ranging from gray to turquoise.

07.07.2012

Game Set Match (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember playing a one set match against some random adult at a tennis court that resembles the one I attended in a High School. Red flooring outside of the court, and the court itself is green.

I was doing fairly well, probably playing at my peak before I realized that I shouldn't be playing in tournaments if it'll make me too tired to finish assignments late at night.

It was a very close match, the guy was very good, but I end up pulling off some miraculous shot, and I win 7-6.

There's also a dream shift where I'm practicing flat serves, and someone said I could serve like Andy Roddick. I ignored what they said because I knew I could never do that in the first place.

Turns out I did. I held the racquet with my right hand, continental grip most likely since it would be a flat serve. I gently threw the ball in the air, focused my eyes only on it, and then reached up with the racquet to hit a fast flat serve.

I believe it barely got in the service box, and I think I do an air uppercut to cheer myself or something like that.

Can I just become an astral being or something, these dreams SUCK.