International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

I was in a small car with some other people, driving on a straight highway, lined with pine trees. We were heading towards some hotel-looking buildings at the end of the road.

I'm so sick, I thought, of pine trees. Especially in my dreams. It's really annoying, that for about one and a half decades my subconscious has been constantly analyzing the environment around me and simply concludes; 'Pine trees'. Pine trees take up nearly 90% of vegetation in my dreams, the remaining being grass. It would be nice to see an oak occasionally. [/pine tree rant]

Anyway, as the car approached the buildings at the end of the road, I began to see the BB&T tower of a nearby city poke out between them. I had seen it many times in waking life, and I often noted it as the tallest building in the small city.

http://static.panoramio.com/photos/o...l/16665800.jpg (Notice how there are little to no pine trees in this picture.)

I the dream, however, I was nearly one hundred miles away from that city, and should not have been able to see it. But it had the sense of scale like that from the Citadel in Half-Life 2, and it seemed to be that my brain recognizes it as such a ridiculously huge building that one could constantly see it from any point in the state.



(The Citadel)

Then the car turned sharply right and headed off into a large a amount of pine trees, and thankfully, I woke up as that happened.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra...


Fragment #1:

I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit.

"Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway.

"Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though.

I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib.

"Owww," He moaned.

"Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?"


Fragment #2:

I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah.



Pirate version:


I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit.

"Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway.

"Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again.

I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib.

"Owww," Says he.

"Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?"

Fragment #2:
I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye.


Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!