Hi Dreamview’s friends

I’m making this thread to let you know anything you want to know about me for our dream experiments.

I am a 52 year old female on a Disability pension for a mental illness and my full label is “Dissociative Disorder with imaginative reconstruction and borderline personality”. I have lived in a single room in a Boarding House in the city of Adelaide, South Australia for 17 years.

I was at an Adult High School in 2005. One of my teachers told the class that everyone must have an email address so they can submit assignments on time even if they are unable to attend class. After I opened mine I noticed Yahoo kept inviting me to join Yahoogroups.

Finally I clicked on a group to see what would happen. The yahoogroup I chose was called iasd PsiDreams yahoogroup. Usually I only opened my email account once a fortnight on pension day at an Internet Café. It was always full of emails from the PsiDreams yahoogroup. I would open one or two but couldn’t understand what they were on about so I would delete the rest unopened.

Then

I woke on Saturday the 1st of March 2008 out of a powerful (life-changing) dream. My cleaning job took twice as long to do because I couldn’t stop reliving the dream. After I finished the cleaning I typed out the dream and copied it onto my floppy-disc and toddled down to the Internet Café to send it to a friend who lived in Melbourne.

When I opened my email account there was only one email in my inbox, so I opened it. It was from the iasd PsiDreams yahoogroups. It blew me away.

And the rest is history.

Jennifer Dumpert had invited the members of the iasd Psidreams Yahoogroup to join her Dream Group in a Share-Dreaming experiment. The dream I had woken up from somehow had linked me to her experiment without me knowing anything about her or anything about shared dreaming.
The single, lonely email in my inbox on that Saturday morning 1-March-2008 gave instructions on how to use Tibetan Dream Yoga to “Share Dream”.

Australia is ahead of America by almost a day. Jennifer asked iasd PsiDreams Yahoogroup to incubate for Saturday March the 1st. I woke that morning Saturday March the 1st and “IT” had happened.

I opened a new account (because I forgot the password for the “Anonanon1959 account I opened in August 2005) and posted what had just happened. That was the very first post I ever did anywhere on the Internet. Jennifer asked if she could copy my dream to her site. I said “Yes”! It (my dream) is now in her archives. Here it is:

REMARKABLE COINCIDENCES, REMOTE DREAMS BY DEBRA DIXON

Having never heard of the Oneironauticum and before receiving the invitation through her dream group to participate, Debra, who lives in Adelaide, South Australia, awoke from the following dream on Saturday morning:


I was in a car that stopped to pick up more people. We all got out. I saw everyone get back onto the car. I didn’t want to get back in because it was now too crowded. Adults were in the front cabin. Three or so (~8 to 15 year old) children were sitting (on their bums with their knees up) close together in a peculiar little cabin at the back of the vehicle.

The vehicle moved off. I sadly watched it go away without me. I wondered if I could catch a bus to where ever the vehicle was going. But I didn’t know the number of the bus and I even if I did I didn’t know where to catch the bus. I felt sad that I was missing out of being where these people were going.
Next I was there. I was in a small wooden church hall. I guess there were about 50 people there sitting on chairs. I was feeling, happy and privileged to be among them. There was a monk in a brown robe sitting on the floor of a slightly raised stage. He began asking the audience how they got here. I think others had given an answer then I called out to him and said “that lady over there is my mum and she did all the work to get me enrolled to be here. {My mum was a spiritual hippy, in the mid 70’s until she died on 21st of Jan 1981 aged 45, when I was 21}

In the dream, the monk sitting crossed leg on the floor asked his assistant to pass out cards. I got one and immediately started trying to read it. Someone next to me pointed to something on the card. I, perhaps a bit rudely, told whoever it was to stop talking to me as I was trying to read. The part that the person pointed to was the name on the top line of the writing which read T. Lobsang Rampa.

On Sunday morning, Debra awoke from this dream:

I was on some kind of excursion with a group of mostly adult students. We walked around pretty city (or large town) street’s looking at architecture and talked about how nicely the town was laid out.

Then we went to have lunch (or something), we drank wine or beer or some kind of intoxicant, which didn’t taste like alcohol (from wine glasses that were a bit triangular, a bit cone-shaped) but I don't remember eating. Then we went back out onto the street. Among the people walking on the streets I could see life-size bronze statues of people (mainly men). The life size bronze statues moved in a normal, flexible and relaxed manner.

I asked some one beside me “do you see what I see?” Then I said “maybe I am drunk from the wine or overtired (and hallucinating) because maybe I didn't get much sleep last night, but I can see life-size bronze statues walking around among the real people on the street.” They had that distinctive brown-green metallic sheen that all bronze statues have.

Here is a link to the archive with my dream in it:

Oneironauticum: March 2008

My dream is the sixth of the eight on the page.

This was my introduction to shared dreaming. You now understand why I am such an addict.