International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Thebeastofold's Dream


Ive been fighting sa nasty cold lately so ive been sleeping under the influence of nyquil..so only dream fragments this time unfortunately...

Fragment 1:

I was trying to re-position my big tv but it seemed to be made of rubber and kept flopping and folding in half etc...

Fragment 2:

i was wandering around the backroom of a grocery i used to work for many yars ago...i found a door behind pallets of goods that to my knowledge wasnt there before..so i walked through it and i was in a strange gym type place, full of cubicles and each cubicle was a different sport or workout station...one was "tennis" and there were 3 or 4 people standing there dressed in tennis clothes holding rackets and talking to each other...

Fragment 3:

I was walking down an odd hall and i noticed the guy infront of me had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, so i got right up behind him and grabbed themout of his pocket, then i took a quick right turn and was in another hallway...

Fragment 4:

i was standing in a large dirt parking lot somewhere, and i was watching a huge RV followed by a pickup truck driving up an extremely steep dirt road that zig-zagged up the side of ana lmost sheer cliff in the distance...

Fragment 5:

I was wandering around in a huge mansion type place, and everywhere i went there seemed to be preparations for a big party, or something other activity...and i kept running into a guy with a smoking pipe in his mouth...every time i ran into him he would start telling me about something that had nothing whatsoever to do with the house or whatever was going on.....dont rememebr what he said exactly... woke up...

I had pretty cool dreams last night, but unfortunately they don't seem like they could've been shared.

Cay's Dreams
Dream 1
This one was non-lucid. It was like I was playing a video game, with a heads-up display, but with a physical body. There was a compass in the lower left-hand corner, with "12/25" in the center, and on each point a different gruesome orc face with a red progress bar under it, like I had to kill so many of each type. I don't know how I could ever have managed to kill twelve of those things, because it took what felt like a half hour to slay one. It didn't even have a weapon, but every time one of its punches made contact it sent me flying. I managed to block and even parry a few times, learning to predict the orc's movements. I feel like, even though I wasn't lucid, I learned a bit about wielding my warhammer.

Dream 2
The earliest thing I remember is being next to my friend B.C. next to a shelf covered with hanging breastplates, kneepads, goggles, red jumpsuits and various other bits of armor/skating/skiing equipment. "So...I'm gonna need some armor," he said. "Uh, here, take this..." I pulled off one of the breastplates and a pair of kneepads, then found one of the red jumpsuits in his approximate size, and handed it to him. D.M. showed up beside me, followed by S.G. and a string of other people from school. I handed out a set of protective equipment to every one of them. Most of the goggles were red-tinted so dark that you could hardly see out of them, so I avoided handing them out. I noticed that they were all carrying what looked like a hybrid between a handgun and a Star Trek phaser. I eventually gathered from the chatter that it was some sort of dream game- they were going to pass through a portal into the course, and it was a sort of last-man-standing sort of thing, everybody against each other. This did not make me lucid. Even though I had the sense that I was one of the organizers and not eligible for play, I picked out my own equipment just the same and followed them to what seemed like a grocery, with a glowing blue light (the portal) in the center. The course was supposedly vast, and one had to choose one's supplies wisely, because your game-dream body would become injured, exhausted or depleted the same as your physical one. You got one standard backpack full for the game, which would last one week. I picked out my supplies- I still didn't know if I was eligible for play, but I thought I might go along as a sort of guide if that was allowed. I was wary of the whole thing, my friends being pitted against each other in good fun. I woke up as I was making a silly intercom announcement that seemed all too necessary- a can opener is required to open canned food.

Dream 3
I was in the car with my sister, who was driving. Someone pulled up behind us in a blue sports car. They honked and hooted, but I realized the driver was someone I hate, so I instructed my sister to ignore them. She became nervous when they stayed behind us after a turn and slammed on the gas- in the dream, I was under the impression that she'd gotten her license and I hadn't, but in reality neither of us have- and we were speeding along a potholed country road. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, it's not like they'll follow us all the way to Aunt J's!" I was beginning to get a little nervous myself though, and when they shadowed us on the last turnoff before her driveway, I told my sister to try to lose them. They were disgusting, creepy people, and though I wasn't aware of any situation where they'd attacked defenseless teenage girls before, I wouldn't put it past them. When we pulled into the driveway, my heart sank when I realized no one was home. I ran to the front door and she to the back. It would be my dream luck that my door wouldn't lock. I grabbed my sister by the wrist and pulled her into my cousin's closet. The closet doors wouldn't close all the way, and we huddled staring at the crack between them.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The voice belonged to neither of the people from earlier. Two male hands pulled the closet doors apart. I can best describe the person behind them as looking like the guy in this video wearing the shirt that says "FRACK ME", only in Ray-Bans, a beanie and a checkered scarf. Old 97's - Dance With Me - YouTube At this point I got lucid. He offered me his hand and I gave him the one I wasn't doing a reality check with. "Who are you?" "Just someone sent here to help you with your little dry-spell problem." I was halfway between telling him off for that scary situation before that I somehow sensed was his doing, and hugging him. He bent and put a DVD into the player. A list of what looked like coordinates came up. He touched the screen over one set, and a window popped up. "This program'll teach you how to enter your holographic forms." I started to ask him what 'holographic forms' meant, when I got sidetracked by the fact that he'd used the plural 'forms' even though I was now the only other person in the room. I came up with another question, "Can you help me with my dream control?" "No, that's not my field of expertise. You've got a guy coming for that. What's going on with this..?!" he banged his fist on the television screen, which had gone white. I studied him. At length, I asked what seemed like the most important question. "What can you tell me about...shared dreaming?" His expression was one of, well, horror.
"Oh, no. No no no no no. You will NOT. No-" "YES!" I interjected, getting annoyed. "Tell me what you know!" He responded by opening the door, doing a little bow, and stomping out. I woke up.