International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

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.

whiterains dream

yet another restarting uni dream. there are lots of old mates from uni, but also school and loads of randoms too. i go on a hall crawl with an old school mate. i find russ in hall 4 and this arab looking guy who lives next to him with his wife. his wife is pretty hot and she takes a bit of a shine to me.

we are all pretty hammered and siting around in this common room type thing. im sat on this sunken sofa, dead comfy in between these 2 girls. chris is there, but even after wondering why we are starting again, i dont get lucid. there is a weird zip line type thing outside. there is no way to attach to it though, so in the end i kind of attach it with barbs to my skin on my chest and swing along. no pain but weird...

i see a massive crowd milling around some station on the way to london. i see an old mate TJ who i havent seen in years. this finally gets me lucid but i dont think of chichen itza. i just say to him that i will comealong with them for a bit. i follow them around while stabilising, but eventually it jumps back to another dream.

the common room has turned into a bus. im chatting to alana as we watch the world go by. i remember everyone going wild when another coach comes past and i remark at how odd it seems when we are already on a bus full of hot girls.

there is another bit with the arab couple. somehow we get involved in some kind of 3 way. the dude seems cool with it at first, but then later on he pops back up in the dream with a gun. at first i think to flee but there seems no point so i just stand my ground and face whatever is coming. he fires off one shot but as he gets closer he seems to want to talk rather than just shoot. im relieved and seem to be talking my way out of it when it fades.

also remember smoking with vas in manc, and just being at a party in the same little bar as ever..

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.

Kumara's Dreams

Thought I was on the wrong bus but the other one was doomed

Dream 1 – I was on a bus, not sure where I was going. I noticed that I didn't have bus fare, and dug through my purse looking for money. I must have been on a Houston bus, because I remembered the fare was $1.25. I noticed the bus wasn't going where I thought it was going, I thought it was going to the Heights, but it passed and I don't remember exactly where it was going, I may have passed through Baytown. I wondered if the bus was coming to the end of the route and double-back and if I would have to pay a double fare.

I found a check from my sister for $3.50, it had glitter on it. I thought, well, that won't work on the bus. Then I found a $5 bill. Something about the back of the bus being painted black and seeming kind of weird. I wondered why I had brought what I did – my pillow (the regular one). A thought about therapy flashed through my mind, it was all overlapping and fuzzy.

I wondered if I was on the #66.

The bus turned around and dropped me off, it was rainy and wet and there had been a bunch of “sparkly people” who took a different bus. Some guy on the ground to my right asked me a question, and I asked him to repeat it because I only heard the last part of what he said and I wasn't sure what the question was. I asked him a couple of times to repeat the question, and he looked at me pointedly and put on headphones. He laid back on the ground, and his head was in a puddle of water that nearly covered his face. I splashed his face and angrily said, “There's your answer!", not caring if I drowned him.

Someone was telling me about the other bus that others had taken, that it was on a slippery road and whoever was driving was not a good driver or driving drunk or something...and that also who was really driving (?) was a band called “Cherry Oats”, who was known for their drunk driving or bad driving. It was clear that those on that bus were pretty much doomed.


Marla, cuddling, bedbacon

Dream 2 – I was with Marla on a bed. A small dish with some chopped bacon on it. Setting the bacon on a burner on an oven that was part of the bed, with flat-top burners, spilling oil, trying to catch myself and my hand got caught in the oil but maybe Marla helped me catch it before I burned myself totally. Saying something about it not being a good idea to have the stovetop as part of the bed. Marla snuggling and kissing me. Told me she thought I was beautiful, and I thought it was because Lauren and I look alike and she thinks Lauren is beautiful.

Kumara's Dreams

Dream 1 - Something about wanting to catch a bus to Northshore, for whatever reason got a ride with Lisa D instead in an SUV, maybe a Jeep Cherokee. A man was in the passenger front seat and I was in the back seat passenger side. She thought maybe a tire had gone flat and did a sharp u-turn, the whole vehicle listed hard to the right like it might fall over but she just kept going and was seemingly driving on a flat tire. I thought she would stop and check it out but she kept driving to ?richard and shannon's?. Only it wasn't their place in Seattle...
we went in and I was looking for a bathroom, I went into what I thought was Lisa's old room but it was really different and R & S had taken it over but it was not like them, it was nice and clean although had a lot of stuff. I noticed something like a Blackberry on the table and considered stealing it thinking they wouldn't notice but realized it was too new and maybe plugged in to charge.

Dream 2 – I walked into a house through the “back” entrance, which was really a side entrance to the right of the front of the house, and it wound around into the front. Somehow I was in front again, and a girl that had been inside followed me out. I saw the front frame of the house wobble (it was like a movie set) and start to fall, there was no time to warn the girl the frame fell on her, right on her head. I went to her and held her to my chest and checked her head, there was a big flap of skin torn off and lower to the right was a cut. I may have passed her off to someone else to get some medical help.

Dream 3 – something about making a pact with a “sister” about “new behaviors”. We simultaneously walked through a double doorway that looked like two big black lockers side by side.

Mancon's Dream

I was sleeping in a hotel room when I heard someone shouting "Fire!" in the next room over. I shot up, and rushed to the door. The door wouldn't open. I switched on a light switch, and the lights flickered and went out. Wait a minute...I did a reality check and was relieved to find out I was dreaming.

I stabilized the dream. Now that I knew it was a dream, I completely forgot about the fire, and opened the door with ease.

Across my room was an elevator. I pressed the elevator button, heard a bing, but it didn't open! I could hear a dog barking in the elevator, but the doors weren't budging! I reminded myself it was a dream and managed to open the doors.

A dog came shooting out, and I grabbed him. I didn't want to risk getting stuck in the elevator, and saw a window in the hallway. I held the dog in my arm and jumped out the window.

I was happy to be in a busy city, with tall buildings everywhere. I kept walking until I found a street corner. When I turned the corner, I imagined a bus stop there so I could get to Chichen Itza.

A big green bus was waiting for me there! I stepped inside and told the short bus driver to take me to Chichen Itza. I looked around, trying to find anyone that matched people's descriptions in the project. I was still holding the dog, and people kept coming up to me wanting to pet it. I shouted out to everyone "Hey this is a dream! Lucid dreaming! Dreamviews!" Nobody even bothered to look up.

I stood up, and set the dog down. I walked around the bus examining everyone closely. "This is a dream!" Finally someone looked up, surprised. They were asian and looked exactly like..."fOrceez?" I said.

He held up a notepad he had been drawing on. It was a girl wearing only a bra. I laughed. "fOrceez, your dreaming!" I told him. He refused to believe me, and looked at me sadly.

I couldn't convince him he was dreaming, so I decided to do someone really memorable that he might remember. I punched him right in the face and screamed "I HAD SEX WITH MY TEACHER LAST NIGHT!!"

He looked at me shocked, when I heard a loud BANG. I woke up.