An Argonaut of the dream world, the Oneironaut. Every night a journey, every dream an adventure, every moment a treasure.
Dream I'm in a forest during day time for a school trip of some sort. I'm hanging out with my friends, I recognise Cameron here. I show him how to identify magic mushrooms as we walk along. He's like "oh cool man, dude that's awesome" as I remember him being really keen to try them IRL. We're heading down slope with the group, ahead of us they're talking about how they just found a huge nest of blue lipped mussels. The mussels apparently clack their shells in order to bounce around, achieving a sort of momentary flight-hop to get around. They're not even in the water either, they're just on land for some reason. I imagine that there must be a river nearby that they came from and we all start heading downslope to try find it. I remember also having something in my hand that I needed to feed, like a little animal. We came to a small river and waded in, only to get caught by a teacher who was peering over at us. Apparently it's illegal to try catch mussels from the river or something