International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

whiterains dream

very sketchy memory of a long holiday/festival dream last night due to tiredness. mostly spent pottering about randomly going round a mix of shops, partys and things. some of it resembled my old school which had a little surgery/docs set up in one corner. i pushed a trolley and a nurse told me it had a baby in it so i asked where the best place to leave it was. cant really write much else but the holiday location was really similar to how it often is. especially the shops and town. i remember it ended as i was walking through a farm field anad a lady was talking about the veg and the last thing she said was about the sweetcorn. she said all they needed was a bit of rain and the sweetcorn would live up to its name.

holiday theme really common now. last last nights one was spent missing group events and wandering around on my own trying to go snorkeling in this river with a girl i liked. almost another goal made. the river is always partly the same but this time was deeper and more tropical with a little waterfall on it and plunge pools. nearly always in a similar location to other places even if the other places change if that makes any sense

Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.

Aeolar's Dream

I am in this building, with a bunch of other people. A woman walks out of a door with a cute little baby. She has a loving look on her face. She sets the baby down in a carriage out in the hall, and walks away to take care of something else. A scientist then comes up and kills the baby by smashing it with a heavy object. I watched as this took place, horrified. I began to cry, and a lot of other people do as well. I swear revenge against these cruel people. I gather up as many people I can who believe in what is right. I tell them that we should be known as the "All-Americans" and paint ourselves blue.

We all go out onto the battlefield. We see the bad guys. They are on horses, and instead of wielding shields, they have bronze statues of General Custer, which blocks some of the bullets we are shooting at them. There are about 100 of us, and there are thousands of them. There are just too many enemies. 2 women ride up to our front lines, not wanting to fight. A blonde haired woman, and a brown haired woman.

Earlier in this dream, this blonde haired girl was on the internet, saying how she wanted to free someone, but didn't know that the man was now 60 years old. An old woman was there as well.
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I remember being with another guy, and then going to a white van in a parking lot. I opened the door, and saw a man in there. I think I knew him as Shrader, but he could have been someone else. He showed me something on a computer terminal that is really hard to explain. It was like a birds eye view of this area and we were searching for something. It was reminiscent of the Matrix. I look up at the room around me, and it looks like a sanctuary or something, maybe a secret lair. But the 3 of us were the only people there.
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I am a special soldier in the army. I think that I am comparable to a Spartan in Halo. We get deployed in the craziest way. We all (about 5 of us) have to get on top of an SR-71 Blackbird, attached by grappling hooks, and then get launched into space. Now, while we're in space, the craziest thing happened. The world was literally in a bottle, and we had to pull out the cork in order to re enter orbit. We did, and began hurtling toward our target. We actually survived the fall and began walking to this house. There was a balloon that had a "Word of the Day" on it, which I read but don't remember what it was.

When we got to the house, I looked in the distance and saw a pack of wolves rather close to me. Immediately I ran to the other side of the building. It seemed as though the others in my group were oblivious to the wolves, and the wolves were oblivious to them. I think that's why the wolves started to chase me. We played Cat and Mouse, more like Dog and Human, but they eventually caught up to me. 2 wolves latched onto either thumb, and it felt kind of strange. I yelled for the other soldiers to shoot them, and they seemed confused at first, but they did shoot them. I watched to my amazement as my mangled ground beef thumbs regenerated back to normal, with barely a scar.
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I am standing on this rock ledge, overlooking a feast taking place. This group of all women made an all fruit dinner for a very large group of people. I made my way down there, and checked out the event. There were paper plated to eat from, but they were soaked with pineapple juice. Dream skip. I am talking to this important old lady. She says she lost something, and I go out and try to find it in this store/hostel place. This lady supposedly runs the group of all females. No more recall.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

20-08-11 I am in some dungeon styled cave. Seems to have four tunnels shooting off from the centre room where a monument is placed. I big statue or something.

I am with a group of people. We have cleared one section of the caves and we are going back out towards the centre. I move out a bit too quickly and I get annihilated by some undead wild flowing energy.

I think I get all of us wiped out by making this mistake, although I realise it immediately after I have moved out of one of the tunnels too far and try and get back into cover some of the energy manage to get me although I am out of line of sight.

Although everyone but me dies I manage to resurrect at the location, but now there is a problem. I am stood in the tunnel I tried retreating into and looking out on the centre floor there are numerous liches with undead minions. It will be tough for my team to get back without starting a fight.

I move back into the tunnel where there are a couple of things, a statue and some machinery I know I won't be able to operate. The statue sort of have a couple of arms that in themselves are statues but also used to awaken the main statue.

I remember this used to make me scared, and now I am no longer fully emerged in the computer game, but have a somewhat detached attitude towards it.

I decide to go and hang about with the statue though it is making me scared. As I walk in towards the room I notice bits of exercise equipment in front of the big statue.

I get the feeling I am dreaming and jump onto a part on the left, think it might be a black stone hand. I shout out if there are any spirits that wish to talk (sort of a RC) and though I don't get an answer I am increasingly aware of me dreaming.

Then I look across the gap to the bit on the statues right side, which is a bench, complete with the weight set for strength exercise. I manage the jump perfectly and gravity isn't quite normal so I guess I must be dreaming.

I check my hand, and sure enough. I am looking out in the room and to my satisfaction I am already in a somewhat pyramid shaped room, though it looks more like a normal living room than a pyramid. Besides only two of the sides are moving up in a point in the top.

I try and fly off, but decide to stabilise a bit first, which I spend very little time and no actual techniques doing. It is very dark.

The dream starts fading a bit, but I pull it back and find myself in the same room again. I drop off and try and float through the walls/floors which isn't a problem. Then I start spinning in order to get to Chichen Itza.

I manage to get the sensation that I am emerging from water, by trying to imagine arriving in the well. But around me is mainly floating beddings, and I soon (mistakenly) find myself awake.

FA: When I wake up I can hear my flatmate from the other room saying that although the attempt wasn't that good I still managed to do an honest attempt. He goes on to explain that from his position at the top of the pyramid I had no shape what so ever, but just came across as an orange light.
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I am in a newly constructed (not finished in fact) office complex. My mum is working there, and I think I am involved with either the construction or the suits.

There is a long narrow entrance way towards the building. It is supposed to swing up to get in use.

There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems to have no issues with security points. I wonder if I remember all of them.
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Someone asks me in a tent at a camping grounds if I would like to go to a basket or other sports game in the states this weekend.

He already has the tickets for flights and game. I can't due to school and heavy workload. I am annoyed that I get all of these random offers when I can't attend.
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Picking up my niece because the maid is on lunch break, walking around bouncing her gently, she becomes quiet.