International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

BiscuitHappyz's Dreams

These are possibly the most vague fragments I've ever recorded.

Fragment 1:
Something about setting up colonies and running up spiral staircases.

Fragment 2:
I was with somebody who I can remember no details of, and we were in a graveyard. We couldn't step on anything but the stone path or zombies would get us.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

(Sorry for the late post, busy day today.)

I was roaming my school doing some sort of shenanigans with a friend of mine, and the school was empty. We weren't supposed to be wandering around. It reminds me of the the newer Harry Potter films, when students are often found wandering around corridors and have a distinct lack of classes. I couldn't tell if class was in session or if the school was just deserted; but there were no staff or students around. The only other person I met in the dream was an old man, perhaps fifty years of age, and of African decent, on a single empty school bus. He didn't seem to care my friend and I were snooping all over the place, and eventually he transported us to a foresty neighborhood. There was some more to the dream, I remember standing on a flat, white roof and feeling overall impressive.

I had another dream in the early morning, I was part of some sort of group of people around my age, give or take a couple years, probably a range of around 13-16. It was at night in a pine forest, I think.

Cay's Dreams
I tried to focus on NightSpy's energy, and I thought I had a sense of it, but other thoughts prevailed, it seems. The likelihood of a synch is low, but I still feel like I should be in the habit of posting every attempt.

Dream 1 (Fragmented)
As I'd been reading my favorite book, David Copperfield prior to sleep, and I was on the eve of Steerforth's great betrayal, the first things I can recall are vague, floating images of the boat-house at Yarmouth at night, with the candle wavering in the window. It was raining, and I alternated between 'disembodied-observer' and a position slightly removed from the house where I could watch the comings and goings, specifically Ham coming to break the news, looking like a newly dead man.
Dream 2
I was part of the police force taking down a couple who had grown to be known as the 'new Bonnie and Clyde'. The entire dream was in black and white. We cornered them in a large public restroom, or I thought it was, but then the stalls turned into a bank of payphones. One man at a payphone telling someone he loved her was shot in the back. I got a flash of the newspapers the next day saying 'Father of five, 60, killed in raid on...' something. I put the first bullet in 'Bonnie', and watched her blonde curls fall out of her cap as she hit the ground- then I was thrown violently into her body, writhing in pain. I woke up.