International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

We are playing a game where we drink different chemicals. After having a few different ones, I drink a gold one and feel ill. I rush to the bathroom and have exploding diarrhea all over the toilet and walls. It sprays out into the hallways and the shower. I'm pissed at my friends who are cracking up in the other room.

We are in a hotel like room on the second floor. Something is trying to get in after us. The window does not seal and keeps warping. My dad and I attempt to fix it. We go to the basement and try to find a light. He wants to put music on to lighten the mood. He plays Sublime, but some weird techno pop comes on with a strange music video.

There is a guy who does things because he thinks it's a dream. He killed a girl.

My left arm is severed at the shoulder. I'm playing with it out in the quad, doing some wrist locks and feeling how to torque an arm. realize this looks odd, so I fold it up and put it in my back pack. Its later sewed back on, and I return to class. My assignment has other documents stapled inside of it. My teacher begins a christian pray, and I see people doing the signs of the cross. I'm in a warehouse, like Home Depot and can't figure out how I got there. hand RC, 5 but continue watching and it morphs a little. Walk around the store, and still thinking about the prayer from the other dream. I've never really had a traditional mystical experience. They have always been kind of, void like. Want to feel infinite love. I project my love to everyone in the room, but a woman quickly turns away from me, like she is scared. I call out for God and wait. dream fades

There is a fight club in my living room. I'm watching my friend get beat up. He gets hit in the face and can't get up. His opponent goes in for the finish. "It's done!" I say. "What? come on" the crowd replies. "He's not done, but don't hit him when he's down, that's not cool." Go into roommates room. Nomad is there on the bed. People think that they come to reality when they wake, but really they just wake." "Ya, but they have 5 fingers." I check my hand. Lucid. "Nomad, let's go.""To America?" "To Mexico" He has cat eyes. Let's start a band" I want him to open a portal to the pyramid, but figure, we are already here. "Ya, lets rock out like Rush and do lots of women and cocaine!" haha. I grab a mic and start doing a Rage Against the Machine impression. "Ya! Come On! Ughhhh! ...... BASELINE!" Nomad starts playing the riff to Killing in the Name . He's rockin out. I'm rapping glossolalia with random Ya!s until I realize I'm day dreaming in the black and no long in the dream.

Enter HI. voice says "Big Dream". Get really deep into the imagery, but get woken