International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Windhover's Dream

1 - I was at the street in front of my house. across the road, I saw Katsuno walking toward me... I dont remember his face. he introduced me a lucid technique, called
'perverted technique', and I'm like wut? perverted? he said if I try flying at the end of my 'work', I can fly. I dont know I got to the building, but I was at the 3rd floor of white office building; I was working with some kind of banking account, wearing black suit. there was big veranda in front of my office; I saw enormous blue sea near the building and some yachts and huge boats. I felt my 'work' here is done, so I went out to the veranda, see if I can really fly. here at this point I kinda knew it was a dream but I never got lucid.. and I could fly. I was a bit scared to jump of the veranda porch, but with excitement, I jumped high and I flew away.

2 - I was with my brother and a beach. the ocean was dark-green-blue. there was a small grey brick-wall near me and some vibrant flowers. I took some photographs with a digital camera, but when I tried to take it the image of photo was took to the left or right. I got a little frustrated that the photo didnt come out the way I wanted.
scene jumped
I was with my family at a mountain. I tried to take a picture of a deer, an yellow bird. again the picture came out different.

Kumara's Dreams

09/05/2011 Monday morning

Identity crisis

I was talking to a DC named Neale. He was tall, lanky, blonde and kind of shaggy-looking. He was shuffling around, spacey, telling me how he was having a lot of trouble staying grounded lately, he was experiencing core identity-level issues. I offered some advice for getting grounded, and saying that what I do is say, “I am Sunya, I am grounded”, which, not only was bad advice, I don't really do that, and I could tell it felt bad so I backed off.

He laid down on “Bryan Taylor's” bed, a raggedy twin-sized bed with a white wood frame.

I walked over to a bookcase in the room, and saw some very elegantly bound books displayed on the way, and realized they were very early original books of the Illuminati.
Under them was a container of some sort, I don't know what it contained or really what it looked like. My mindset was, “I wonder if I could sell this?” so I wasn't in the right frame to explore anything deeper apparently...*sigh*...


Poop on the porch

Fragments of living with my son and his former roomie B. Something about an undercover electronic thieves operation looking to score $65,000 and I was telling whoever involved that it was tying up resources (internal?).
Went out on the porch, which was off of my room, and actually just some carpeted flooring jutting off the room...it was covered with dog poop, dead mice, and a couple of dead or nearly-dead chipmunks. I was telling my son and B to clean it up and stop letting the dog poop on the porch, when there was all these woods around. Gross.


Boat rescue

I was standing on a balcony overlooking water, the ocean or a lake I'm not sure. This is fuzzy, there was an inflatable boat with two women in it. I might have been tossing the boat over the balcony again and again..or..I'm not sure what. The boat sank repeatedly, and I kept pulling it back up to the surface. Eventually I pulled the boat up and out of the water and the two women up next to me. I suspended the boat off the side of the balcony and said something about how you could just deflated it and stick it in your pocket now.