International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

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.